My ignition circuit lay down and took a permanent nap about 2km before the Te Atatu offramp on the NW motorway this evening. Fortunately, I had enough forward momentum to coast across two lanes with the clutch in, frantically making 'outta the way!' signs at the cage drivers in my path.
And since Transit, in its infinite wisdom, saw fit not to provide the motorway bridge immediately before the offramp with any shoulder space, I had to push the FXR several hundred meters back down the motorway to get onto the pushbike track that goes across the bridge to the turn-off, and then push it another 4 km or so home.
Dr Bob and/or Big Dog have no idea (well, they will have *now*) how terribly, terribly close one of them came to housing a well-kicked and sworn at FXR overnight, before I decided that I might as well get some exercise while I had the opportunity and take it the rest of the way home.
Anyway, my father-in-law, praised be he, came past in his Landcruiser as I was sweating my way down Te Atatu road and gave me a rope-around-the-forks tow for the rest of the distance.
And I'm off out the back now, to prod at my fusey bits. If that doesn't work, expect a pathetic plea for electromechanical help on this forum in short order.
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