I rode my blue F2 over to Ace Motorcycles this morning for a Roadworthy inspection, the last bureaucratic hurdle before the government d1cks let me ride it out on the road. Well, second last really, I had to buy an "Unregistered Vehicle Permit" online first, so I didn't get booked for riding an unregistered bike.
Anyway, I put the key in, turned it on, thumbed the button, and it fired right up on all four. I put my jacket and helmet on, and realised that the rear brake light wasn't working. Fcuk. Helmet off, jacket off, (already around 85 degrees) and start farting around with my multimeter, power probe etc and I was able to determine that the brake light switch was working, the brake light bulb was fine, (the front brake light was working fine) the power wire had power, but there must have been a break in the green and yellow wire between the switch and the wires under the seat. Fcuk it, I made a jumper wire up with the proper plugs on either end, and bypassed the green and yellow wire from the switch to the harness under the seat.
By this stage it was getting late, so I jumped on and rode to the gas station and filled it up, then roared off towards Jeff's shop. The bike was running great, and I heard a guy yelling at me when I was at the lights, so looked over and he was pointing at the bike and giving me the big thumbs up. You meet the nicest people, and all that........ I continued on, and a couple of miles before his shop, it dropped 2 cylinders again. Fcuk....... I was in Melbourne Saturday morning traffic and didn't want to stop to shut it off, so I kept riding and luckily I got all the green lights at the 3 intersections I blew thru, and made it to the shop.
Jeff looked like sh1t. He told me that he's had 2 heart attacks since I last saw him, and he looked like it. He's lost 40 pounds (and he was never fat) but he thinks he's slowly getting better, and I think while he doesn't need the money, even though he's 73, he needs the shop to give him something to do. He let me take a look at my bike in his shop, so we popped off the points cover, and I saw that the points arm for 2&3 was stuck open. I'd noticed a spare set of points in the little glove compartment, so Jeff gave me some emery paper to clean them, and loaned me the tiny spanners needed to undo the wires from the points assembly. We fired it up, but it was still only running on two. Poop.
Jeff arced the points and only the points for 1&4 sparked, so there was no power to 2&3. Condensor? That's my guess, but Jeff wanted to close, so I left it with him and he'll get it going, sort the wiring for the rear brake light, and do a Roadworthy Inspection while he's at it. I called an Uber, and had a smoke with Jeff who's still smoking, he's smoked for 60 years and when he went to hospital they XRayed his lungs and they were perfect, as was his heart, apart from it only working at 20% capacity, all caused because he picked up a weird virus, in his garden. I shook his hand and asked him if he wouldn't mind fixing my bike before snuffing it, and he told me to get fcuked, and I hopped in my Uber. I like spending time with Jeff and even though my morning hadn't been great, I still felt happy.
