Shortly before noon my daughter called if I could pick her up.
After spending 3 days washing and tinkering I jumped at the occasion.
All's well until we are half way on the return trip.
Battery out of juice, in the best possible place: long, busy road, housing wide apart, drizzle.
Took some sweat to push bike back to a village where I had seen a gas station. At least we would be out of the rain. It turned out better: it had a garage, and there were people hobbying on a stock car.
They gently provided a battery charger, and the long wait could begin.
My daughter called a relative to get her home.
A couple hours later rain stopped, a bleak setting sun emerged, and the charger light flashed.
Kicked the bike to life; first kick as usual to the delight of the crew. Didn't dare to use the lights, even with the setting sun. Traffic was low. Got home safely.
Too dark and too tired now to trouble search. Tomorrow will do.