Well after a week of flat out working trying to get as many customers bikes ready for the ANZAC day ambulance ride as possable i finally got to drag my own bike (oh yea i am riding a TRIUMPH SPRINT ST at present) out of the garage on Wed morning to do some prep and check on it.
A quick wash and check tyre pressures, oil etc and ... oh heres a mate, hey Ian can you tighten my mirrors? Sure mate. Forget about my bike and sort his for him. (i'm like that). Everyone else arrives so i think stuff it it will be fine....... lets go.
Off to the meeting place.....
Meet up with everyone , stand around and chat for a while,
Get ready to go. Hit starter button, crank crank, hmmm thinks i, that sounds a little flat.... vroom good oh we are away.
Cruising along all good then suddenly clunk........ the whole bikes electrics die.... nothing.... not even the clock working..... flick the kill switch and the key while coasting to the side of the road. DEAD.
A couple of people stop to see if we are ok. Cheers PETE and SDU.
Quick inspection reveals the JAPANEESE BATTERY has died. Bloody hell. A quick call to a mate to pick me up so i can get my van and bring bike home. Leave Shelley with bike parked on broken yellow lines while i get van. NOONE STOPPED to ask if she was ok or needed a hand. Typical car drivers.
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Still had a laugh about it and it just goes to show shit can happen at the most embarresing times. Like when you are the only shop represented at a run and your bike stuff out. hehehehehehehe.
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