Oddboggle
03-18-2006, 09:11 PM
After about three hours of waiting, I was finally able to take my test(s) for my license. (They did surprise me with a "you hafta take two tests - the Class M and the Class C," those bastids...) I passed!
So today I polish my "new" 1986 VN750 and worked up my nerve to take that first ride. The only other bike I had ridden was a Suzuki 250, at the motorcycle safety class, and the jump to 7-fricken-50 was intimidating. But I got my nerve, decided on a place to practice, and split.
Yowser! It felt great! I was cruisin' like Steve McQueen until I reached my practice area. I was working on a tight manuever, when it died. I think I flooded it, because it wouldn't start up again. I had my M.O.M., with me, and read the bit about the flooding. But I killed the battery trying to get it to start. Then it only went "click." Then I read the bit about overheating the starter.
Anyway, thanks to a friendly Metro Patroller who was taking a break near the area, he told me I could push the bike and start in gear to get it cooking again. (I knew that...) After watching me chug along unsuccessfully, trying to get that bike to speed, he helped me push start it. The engine caught and I was good to go, with a new buddy to boot.
I cruised around a bit, trying to get the battery charged. But it wasn't enough. I choked at a light -- a block from my apartment, no less -- and couldn't get it to start again. This time, it wouldn't even click. I found a side-street to push start it up again and made it home both happy that I made it home and disappointed that I may not get to ride tomorrow.
I'm off to get a battery tender. It supposedly a new battery, less than a month old. Hopefully a good charge'll get her going.
But is it possible I fried something else?
Oddboggle
So today I polish my "new" 1986 VN750 and worked up my nerve to take that first ride. The only other bike I had ridden was a Suzuki 250, at the motorcycle safety class, and the jump to 7-fricken-50 was intimidating. But I got my nerve, decided on a place to practice, and split.
Yowser! It felt great! I was cruisin' like Steve McQueen until I reached my practice area. I was working on a tight manuever, when it died. I think I flooded it, because it wouldn't start up again. I had my M.O.M., with me, and read the bit about the flooding. But I killed the battery trying to get it to start. Then it only went "click." Then I read the bit about overheating the starter.
Anyway, thanks to a friendly Metro Patroller who was taking a break near the area, he told me I could push the bike and start in gear to get it cooking again. (I knew that...) After watching me chug along unsuccessfully, trying to get that bike to speed, he helped me push start it. The engine caught and I was good to go, with a new buddy to boot.
I cruised around a bit, trying to get the battery charged. But it wasn't enough. I choked at a light -- a block from my apartment, no less -- and couldn't get it to start again. This time, it wouldn't even click. I found a side-street to push start it up again and made it home both happy that I made it home and disappointed that I may not get to ride tomorrow.
I'm off to get a battery tender. It supposedly a new battery, less than a month old. Hopefully a good charge'll get her going.
But is it possible I fried something else?
Oddboggle