My new girlfriend has been dying to go for a ride on the busa, and today was the day. Beautiful weather, nothing on the agenda but having fun.
I swap the seat and rail in for the hump, we saddle up, and off we go for about 100 feet when the engine completely cuts out. As I'm coasting down the street, I hit the starter button - nothing. I turn the ignition off for a couple seconds, back on, no fuel pump sound, starter button does nothing, and the temp gauge goes straight to the top even though the bike was only running for a couple minutes. I check the kill switch, it's in the Run position. Clutch is in, kickstand is up, bike is in neutral, WTF? A few more iterations of that and I decide to push the bike back to my driveway, where I raise the tank to look at the fuel pump wires. Nothing strange there. I turn the key and hear that wonderful fuel pump sound - hit the starter button and she comes back to life. WTF? I wiggled all of the wires I could see while it was running with the tank raised, still running, no cutting out or anything out of the ordinary. So, I shut it down, button it up, and we saddle up again. This time we get about a mile down the road before it cuts out again.
I coast to the side and repeat the tank raising, wire checking, nothing unusual, try it again and it starts back up. We jump on, U-turn and high-tail it back towards the house. About 1/2 mile from home it dies again as I head for the left turn into my neighborhood. I risk life and limb (and girlfriend) pushing it thru a left-turn off a busy street, raise the tank, etc. but this time it stays dead. How impressed my girlfriend must have been with my ability to push a motorcycle 1/2 mile home while she got to carry the helmets and walk home after our "ride"!
And the whole time I was pushing, all I could think was "I never had to push my Harley home"
PS: That last comment wasn't meant as a flame troll, I'm just expressing the irony of today's little letdown.
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I swap the seat and rail in for the hump, we saddle up, and off we go for about 100 feet when the engine completely cuts out. As I'm coasting down the street, I hit the starter button - nothing. I turn the ignition off for a couple seconds, back on, no fuel pump sound, starter button does nothing, and the temp gauge goes straight to the top even though the bike was only running for a couple minutes. I check the kill switch, it's in the Run position. Clutch is in, kickstand is up, bike is in neutral, WTF? A few more iterations of that and I decide to push the bike back to my driveway, where I raise the tank to look at the fuel pump wires. Nothing strange there. I turn the key and hear that wonderful fuel pump sound - hit the starter button and she comes back to life. WTF? I wiggled all of the wires I could see while it was running with the tank raised, still running, no cutting out or anything out of the ordinary. So, I shut it down, button it up, and we saddle up again. This time we get about a mile down the road before it cuts out again.
I coast to the side and repeat the tank raising, wire checking, nothing unusual, try it again and it starts back up. We jump on, U-turn and high-tail it back towards the house. About 1/2 mile from home it dies again as I head for the left turn into my neighborhood. I risk life and limb (and girlfriend) pushing it thru a left-turn off a busy street, raise the tank, etc. but this time it stays dead. How impressed my girlfriend must have been with my ability to push a motorcycle 1/2 mile home while she got to carry the helmets and walk home after our "ride"!
And the whole time I was pushing, all I could think was "I never had to push my Harley home"
PS: That last comment wasn't meant as a flame troll, I'm just expressing the irony of today's little letdown.
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