I hitched a ride with Steven back home. We talked; and then I told him that he might receive an emergency call in regards to the bike. He received it. But let me back up. I got home and zip-tied everythaaang down - from the headlights to the gauge cluster. I attempted to fire up the bike but it did not turn over. (At this point, I thought perhaps I shouldn't ride to my appointment) Hmm, must be a weak battery (duh!). I attempted once again and it fired up. Cool, I am all good to go. I tossed on my gear and boy, that was such a hassle. I fired up the bike and moved it out of the garage and went on my merry way. I pulled away from the driveway with a big ass smile since it has been about 9 months since my last ride. 2.3-2.4 miles later on Bruceville Road, I lose all powaaaaah! Oh shit! I pulled up along Civic Center Lane and stripped the bike down to the battery. I attempted to readjust the bolts since they looked loose. No go. And again. And again. Aww, shit! I contemplated on calling Steven but then...bur, bur, bur, burrrrrrap! Yes, it fired up! All right, I have about 40 minutes to get to my appointment about 10 miles away. I pressed the kill-switch and tossed on my gear. Got on the bike and all I heard next was tick, tick, tick. Aw, shit! I then attempted to readjust the bolts and it did not work out on my end.
I called Steven and the first thing he did was asked "Where are you". Yeap, he figured that something odd must have happened since I called him. I told him to meet me at Kohls. While he was enroute, I pushed the bike across the intersection while people stared at me like I was a freak (I was wearing a black leather jacket, skin-tight jeans, and boots). I parked the bike in front of America's Tires and ran back across the intersection to pick up my helmet and gloves that I neglected. Steven arrived and I tossed my stuff into the car and he took me to Kaiser.
Only 6 minutes late - not bad at all. Pressures were 10 and 6. Eyes were in good condition. Visual field was normal-stable. I then walked back to CRC so that I wouldn't have to bother Steven again. He drove me to America's Tire.
We got there and attempted to jump start the bike. However, we lacked the cables and America's Tires didn't have any (LIES!!!). After asking 5 different random strangers, an undercovered cop pulled up and kindly lent me his. It did not work. The next possible solution was to use Steven's battery (he recently purchased an 2004 Ninja 250). The screws were too big to screw onto the battery. Hmm, it came to the point in which I decided to go home to charge my battery. For some reason, he called up Sandip just because she was in the area. She came over and provided the solution - a paper clip. Broken into 2 pieces, the paper clip offered enough support and I was on my merry way home.
Bottom line of the story...always carry a paper clip and listen to your instincts!
