Props to a friend!
As several of y'all know, ole Toad took up smokin' 'bout mid-March this year. Melted wire insulation, billowing smoke from deep in the innards, hot wires dancing with brown grounds, butt luckily no flames!! Finally got the ole Phart to give it up for good last week. Wuz gonna check out the stamina factor yesterday morning, plus get a coupla months late inspection sticker. Instead, the forecast for rain, along with some seriously thick cotton candy fog, dictated a stay on the center stand in the garage while ole Thundra delivered us to the java joint for a good round of chat with three buds who also caged it.
Anyway, last evening, with clear skies, ole Toad scooted outta the garage, down the driveway and out onto a dry street. Under the watchful eye of the resident CFO, all the 'I see you' and 'you see me' gidgets and gadgets worked. Round the block a few times and rolled back into the garage with two-thumbs up and a touchdown signal. Life is good, and this morning, we do the coffee trip again and pays our token inspection fee!
The above leads me to the following -- Mega Props to my good friend Bill Edwards (1jusbill1), who lives just down the curvy road from me and ole Toad. All the time we spent chasing burnt wires, searching and finding melted insulation, checking wiring continuity, unwrapping wire bundles, soldering where needed, re-wrapping wire bundles, tracing wires into and out of the Motronic, the electric box, double checking results on the bike against a purchased whole-bike wiring harness hanging on the garage wall; taking tupperware pieces and fuel tank off and back on, replacing the original fuel hoses which had deteriorated following 6 months waiting in a non-insulated metal storage shed with temps in the low-to-mid 100s, and on and on --- Bill wuz there to help and guide. I felt uncomfortable working in an area alien to me (electrical) without supervision, so I decided that we would work together only a coupla hours in early mornings when it wuzn't over a hundred degrees in my garage, and only one or two days a week. Without Bill's assistance, last evening's round the block dance would never have happened. So again - mega thanks, Bill. Ole Toad is much better for having you in the OR with us these last six months.
And BTW folks, Bill managed to attend the IBMW-R's Blitz to Branson rally, the Boone rally in NC, the Dogwood rally, the MOA rally in Salem, the recent Sipapu rally near Taos, and a San Antonio club weekend run to Big Bend - along with a family visit to Florida - and still spent time to share ole Toad's workload with me. I'm blessed.