My bike likes to go. She needs a lot of exercise, rather like a large dog. So I took advantage of a dry clear Sunday and went off for a leisurely ride.
Well, that was the plan.
I took off the cover, unlocked the various locks, pulled out the choke and turned the key. All fine, all eager for the treat. I opened the throttle, thinking the bike could warm up while I strapped my bag on the back. She coughed as she always does, and choked and died.
Uh-oh.
I turned the ignition off. She started ticking, like a bomb. Double uh-oh.
And gulp, for good measure.
Turning the key back to 'on' stopped the ticking, but didn't help the engine start. Turning it off just started up the ticking. Now, the battery's new, and expensive. I put it in just before the Cascais trip. If that had died I was ready to spit and scream and threaten to sue.
Lynn walked suspiciously around the bike and tried the key for herself. Same result. We speculated about possible reasons for this sudden sullen fit the bike was having. She got on in order to roll it forward from the wall a bit - and suddenly the bomb was defused and the engine suddenly started.
Apparently the bomb effect was just a temper tantrum. Damn bike. Probably worried I wasn't actually riding, but jsut turning the engine over. But maybe I shouldn't go on any diets if rider weight is what makes the bike go...
Well, that's my excuse anyway. Pass the chocolate.
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