Plus, I replaced fuse No. 3, (“consumers”), after it blew on my last ride. I needed a good long ride to establish whether or not this was a fluke. Right? Wrong. The fuse blew again after 12 miles, depriving me of my horn (“What’s a motorcycle horn good for," asked my motorcycle safety instructor? “Absolutely nothing,” he answered for the class.), my right turn signal (I can bend my left arm, so no problem there), my high beam flasher (don’t use it), my menu button, (really, should you be messing with your on-board computer while riding, anyway?), and a reliable clock (That one could get me in trouble. Try explaining that to the maestro whilst clambering over your colleagues into your chair in the orchestra pit to the sound of the oboe’s tuning A. It’s just not done.) Whether or not I am deprived of anything else from this malfunction I do not (yet) know. Why is the fuse blowing, is the obvious question. I guess I’m going to have to look into that wiring harness recall I’ve heard about, which will require a trip to the dealer. The dealer is almost 100 miles away, and my few days off over the next 5 weeks are on Mondays, which is exactly when motorcycle dealerships are closed. But I’m thinking outside the box on that one.
Whatever. This ride is not being called off after 12 miles. This show is going on.
So, three states, three National Forests, three scenic byways, (lots of threes, huh?), two sandwiches (one of cheddar and Swiss chard, the other of vanilla ice cream), one “No Gas Next 70 Miles” sign, one very buggy visor, and one blown fuse … are they “E. Nuff?” Perhaps.* Electrical phenomenon notwithstanding, it is, at least, a step in the right direction. Next exceptional (aka flute-less) riding days coming the first week of August.
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