For what it's worth, I did actually know where the battery was - that big square box down by my left-hand side - I just couldn't figure out how to get at it without possibly damaging my precious machine.
Still, I now know what the keyboard is for on the compter - to exercise my frozen fingers after a 34C ride on the backroads of NE Ohio! The more I type, the more feeling returns to my desensitized digits. Of course, that's a small price to pay for the pleasure of ramping it up to 70 and swinging from side to side on the curves, accelerating away from mystified motorists who are probably unable to fathom the reason why a leather-clad crazy guy would want to be out in ball-numbingly cold weather.
Oh, how little they know!
Siggy
