So I decide to go to the lake its a beautiful summer day. Riding along the highway the engine sort of hesitates or something so I pull over to investigate, then I see smoke coming from my crotch. So I get off take off the seat, and some shards of rust are glowing a bit and soldered to the battery post. I quickly flick them apart to break the circuit and stop the current, and then I see my seat is smoldering a bit and smelling quite bad. Having no water I put it on the ground and stand on it, and its still not going out.
Some kind lady stops and asks if I could use a hand. I say "well I need some water". She drives me to a very close hardware store (I couldn't have stopped at a better location) I get a camping style cooler, duct tape and electrical tape, fill the jug it in the janitors sink and go back to the bike. Its about 15 minutes later, the seat is still smoking.
So I poured water all over the seat and put it out, wrapped it in in duct tape and thought "well I guess I can drive it home now". Instead I opt to continue to the lake and have a nice afternoon there and drive home.
On the same stretch of highway on the way back a few hours later I am in the left hand lane of a 2 lane divided highway, and a truck was weaving between lanes in front of me (I had just merged onto the highway) so I though "I better get out in front of this, I think they are trying to kill me..." so I gave it a twist saw the driver and she was drifting even more, I hit the brakes and pulled over as she was obviously very drunk or pilled up or something (I had only a fraction of a seconds glance). After a few minutes of debriefing with the wife and kids I continued on home. We had stopped within about 100 yards of the spot where my seat had lit up.
My seat still smells funny.
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