Hello! Went to the Delmarva Bike week for 4 days.(should call it the Harley week) I bought an Amazon battery when I got my bike 6 months ago. Riding along and poof Bike stopped running. Determined the battery to be faulty. Got my buddy (Riding a Harley) to pick one up at the auto parts store. Thank God they had one. Installed it and Bike was happy again. You can't imagine the grief I had to endure over this.(And I am sure I am not done hearing about the BMW being the only casualty) Lesson: Some stuff you can't cheap out on!  

Funny part was we had not 10 minutes before gotten the bikes blessed! Turned out the blessing was that we saw while waiting on the battery that my buddy had a very low tire. Checked and it was 8.5 psi.   That Hog could have been all over the place.    

Bill

Here's my Bike Blessing story.

A couple years ago I went to a bike blessing with a bunch of friends.  One of them is an OCD motorhead classic car collector who rode his early 90's Limited Edition Hardley that had only 1500 miles.  When the priest blessed the bikes with Holy Water, this guy freaked and wiped the Holy Water off with a microfiber cloth. 

On the way home he got a flat tire.  LOL!!!

 That's funny!

These stories are great lol

When I got my project bike it had been sitting for 4-5 years. It came with a Odyssey PC925, a really quality battery but by that point it's totally dead. It reads 1.6 V on a multimeter.

So I replaced it with the cheapest AGM battery I could find, just to test electronics before I ride. I got the Mighty Max YTX20L-BS 12V 18 Ah. It worked fine when I got it (read 12.8V on a multimeter) but after just two weeks with no battery tender it read 10.1V. I don't think it should discharge that quickly?? I guess with batteries you really get what you pay for!

Late 1980s, six or seven bikes steaming towards the Americade rally in Upstate New York, rainy, grey weather, wondering why we're going. No time to stop, until I notice through steady raindrops that my trip odo reads over 200 miles. Was that both fuel petcock levers on the tank pointing up at me!? A feature any old R bike rider will understand.

Quick, capture the other riders' attention, find a fuel station. En masse, we arrive. While the others are fueling I am turning my cap, and turning, and checking the lock again, and turning...

Everyone but one has a go. No luck. Exasperated, we mutually conjure up various techniques to refuel but none will actually work, until the quiet one says gently, "When I visited India I met a guru named Si Baba." "Oh, how very interesting" was the collective response, or perhaps something harsher, borne of frustration rather than intolerance. Nevertheless, she pressed on, "He gave me verbuti which he had blessed". For those who are unaware, this is cremated remains of bovine dung, blessed.

We stood back as she dropped a tiny pile of ash onto the front fender from a vile, bowed her head, and mumbled quietly for a brief moment We just watched, agog. She then reached for the handle on the fuel tank cap and spun it off gently with a click.

Blessed by bull*. Or something else.

Two Wheels Better wrote:Late 1980s, six or seven bikes steaming towards the Americade rally in Upstate New York, rainy, grey weather, wondering why we're going. No time to stop, until I notice through steady raindrops that my trip odo reads over 200 miles. Was that both fuel petcock levers on the tank pointing up at me!? A feature any old R bike rider will understand.

Quick, capture the other riders' attention, find a fuel station. En masse, we arrive. While the others are fueling I am turning my cap, and turning, and checking the lock again, and turning...

Everyone but one has a go. No luck. Exasperated, we mutually conjure up various techniques to refuel but none will actually work, until the quiet one says gently, "When I visited India I met a guru named Si Baba." "Oh, how very interesting" was the collective response, or perhaps something harsher, borne of frustration rather than intolerance. Nevertheless, she pressed on, "He gave me verbuti which he had blessed". For those who are unaware, this is cremated remains of bovine dung, blessed.

We stood back as she dropped a tiny pile of ash onto the front fender from a vile, bowed her head, and mumbled quietly for a brief moment We just watched, agog. She then reached for the handle on the fuel tank cap and spun it off gently with a click.

Blessed by bull*. Or something else.

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