I was heading home last night as per usual cutting a swathe of destruction through the back country byways north of the Auck(actually just cruising, but that sounded better in my head). I pulled up to a stop sign and in the darkness I see the outline of a stricken biker, no hazard lights, beside a single carriage 100Kph road with no street lights, hmm, trouble. So I pull up and flick on my hazards to make the poor bugger more visible.
It turns out that he was just cruising along on his trusty 80's K series Beemer and she went dead in the water. No spark, no lights, no nothing. Not being a mechanic he really was not going anywhere. So I had him whip off the seat and proceeded to check battery terminals, fuses, the ignition switch, all the usual culprits. Nothing looked even remotely loose or corroded.
Something caught my eye though, there was a very dim light glowing feebly on the dash, ABS, brilliant. Sure enough, in the suitcase sized box next to the six pack o' stubbies sized Motronic ECU sat the mother of all motorcycle ABS controllers! When I say big, this mother was Hoooge! Anyway I whip the plug out of the box and presto, all the lights come back on, stick the plug in and she's back to the twilight zone. So I tuck the ABS plug in so it wont move about, we throw the seat on and my new mate Scotty is off into the night with nerry' a splutter.
I thought it was a good feel good yarn, you never know who you might meet out on the road, so pull up and lend a hand, even if it is just to provide a set of hazard lights on a dark night.
I did however learn that karma is a feking lie!
I'm on the road 5 minutes later with some warm fuzzies flowing as my good deed for the day was done. Come round a blind bend and theres a fekin' double bed square in the centre of my lane! I dont think I've ever thrown my bike that hard on it's side before, what a nasty bitch of an obstacle to dodge at highway speed.
Shiny side stayed up though, so nofor you lot today.
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