Yesterday, I started out on what should've been about a 150 mile solo ride down to the Elsinore area, but about 50 miles down the road on Ortega Hwy, the beast just quit. I pulled to the side of the road in the emergency lane and pulled the battery cover off and started checking the wiring and fuses down there. I found a blown fuse,so just to make sure I stuck the spare in the holder. Turned the key on and that one went, too. I called AAA and ended up waiting for two hours or so to find my on a main highway! I was setting behind a tree in the shade, as I wasn't interested in getting two hours worth of sunburn and heat prostration, so the idiot saw the bike there, but not me, and turned around and left! He didn't even come up to the bike. I called AAA about ten minutes later as he wasn't there when he was supposed, and they told me he said he couldn't find me. I told them exactly where I was with 45'...again. "I am eastbound on the 74, Ortega Highway, about 200 feet past the Nichols Institute intersection light in the emergency lane." Can you get any clearer?
They called him to come back again and the idiot still turned up Nichols Institute road, then he called me from there. I told him I was on Ortega, not Nichols, then he told me, "Oh, I saw that bike down there, but you weren't there, so I want back." How many bikes does this loony think there are sitting in the road at that spot? He said the girl just gave him the intersection and the address to the Nichols Institute, she apparently didn't tell him the bike was on Ortega.
Anyway, we got the bike loaded and I got home about 4 hours after the bike expired.
So, today I get to look for a short. Pretty good idea where it is, but gotta find it and fix it.
Bare