For some time, The Fuzz had been thinking of a motorcycle trip. But there had been some problems with his bike. On an earlier trip, the temperature gauge had quit. By now he had determined that the motor was fine, he just didn't have a gauge to watch. Then more recently, the tach quit. Since both of these were in the same instrument, he figured that it was at fault, and the bike was basically sound. But winter was approaching and soon it would be out of the question. It was now, or never.
So he decided to try for a ride up through the mountains, to Virginia, to visit his sister. He was just a little unsure about the bike, with the way things were quitting on him. But hey, an adventure is supposed to be an adventure, isn't it?
So plans were made.
The Fuzz got his stuff packed, there wasn't much. One travels light by Motorcycle. He was up and ready to leave only a few minutes behind the target of 06:00. With the bike packed, he fired it up and hit the breaks, only to find that there were no break lights... or tail lights!
This was not good, and of course it would have to be addressed.
So he unloaded the bike and discovered that both bulbs were burned out. And in testing the circuit, he also blew out the fuse. He had a spare fuse, but no bulbs. So it was off in the car to find new bulbs.
He found some in a country store and made the repairs.
It was 2 hours late, but The Fuzz was finally on the road.
1 comment:
Never a good way to start a road trip
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