My buddy Gregg calls me Sunday morning asking if I am free for a ride.
So, I tell him I don't have the new battery yet, but if he wants to help me jump start it, I'll go.
Gregg arrives with his H-D Heritage Classic. He has no idea where his battery is located.
Now, the idea becomes let's pop start it. So, we march my bike to the top of my complex's ramp.
I get her coasting pretty good and pop her into 2nd. She starts right up. Groovy.
We hit the streets. (The new solo Le Pera is outstanding!) I get 5.5 miles from home, stop at a light; she dies.
I push her into a gas station, noticing there is a steep parking lot adjacent. We proceed to again pop start her,
only this time, she'll run for 5 minutes at idle, then die. I sadly have to leave her behind at the gas statiom, and ride on the back
of Gregg's HD back home. Not Groovy.
So, at around 10pm last night, I decide: I should take the car over there, throw the cover on her and lock the neck.
In the darkness of the parking lot, I am fumbling with the key and the handle bars, trying to find the locking sweet spot.
Suddenly, a spot light is on me! A police officer is now telling me to hold it right there. Again, not groovy.
I humbly walk to his cruiser, and explain my situation. He smiles and tells me he thinks it's going to rain tonight.
I thanked him for his weather report.
Now, I check with UPS today. My new WestCo has arrived. Tonight, in the Spring Rain, I am heading back over to pop in the new battery
and hopefully get her home... stay tuned.
