And the bike drama continues...
Sunday, I jump on to go for a ride...bike won't start. Turns out, when the least bit of moisture gets in the coil, it fucks everything up.
I dry out the coil, head out to meet my sis and a couple others for a beer and some lunch. On the way back from north shore, we hit some fucking torrential rain. Just enough water got in the coil that first one cylinder cut out, then right as I was pulling over, the other one cut. I then spent the next hour alternating between gimping down the freeway with the motor cutting in and out, and hanging out under freeway overpasses.
Luckily, I have a spare (better quality) coil in a box somewhere in my house.
Sunday, I jump on to go for a ride...bike won't start. Turns out, when the least bit of moisture gets in the coil, it fucks everything up.
I dry out the coil, head out to meet my sis and a couple others for a beer and some lunch. On the way back from north shore, we hit some fucking torrential rain. Just enough water got in the coil that first one cylinder cut out, then right as I was pulling over, the other one cut. I then spent the next hour alternating between gimping down the freeway with the motor cutting in and out, and hanging out under freeway overpasses.
Luckily, I have a spare (better quality) coil in a box somewhere in my house.
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also funny that you left me a comment i was in the middle of making a hawaiian pizza.... i may end up taking the giant plunge to come out... might join back with the army or possibly the navy if they can guarantee me station of choice