This morning there was a message from the towing service (Flatt's Roadside Assistance, if that's not an unfortunate name for a roadside assistance service I don't know what is) that they would be here by 10:05 to pick up the Bullet. That was an hour after I requested but a little flexibility goes a long way. Having been left on the side of the road by AAA once for over three hours, I called the number they left in the message by 10:20. The voice mailbox for that number had to been set up and Flatt's wasn't answering. Not wanting a recurrence of my AAA experience I immediately called Progressive to figure out the deal. They were able to raise Flatt's who said they could not be here for another two hours. Accident this morning, blah, blah, blah, excuses. I asked Progressive to get another service and by 11:00 I got a call from them saying that Infiniti of West Chester was on its way and that they would be here in 60 minutes. This would put them at about the same time frame that Flatt's would have been but after my bad experience I feel better with someone who says 60 minutes rather than two hours.
In the meantime, I continued fooling around with the bike to see if I could get it to run. At one point I noticed the amp meter light flicker and that gave me a little hope. Right after I hung up with Progressive at 11:00 I gave the Bullet on more try. This time, magically, the light came on and the bike kicked over. Mirabile visu! Not wishing to risk anything, I ran upstairs, put on my riding gear, and asked my wife to cancel the tow.
Despite a forecast of heavy rain the sky was clear and blue so I headed down the road with high hopes of getting to Pottstown dry. I took Church to Waterloo and headed to 252 to cut across Valley Forge National Park to link up with 23 to Pottstown. When I left the house I had 539 miles on the odo. I knew that it would be a tight squeeze to get to Kiss Honda before I ran out of gas. I figured a little over twenty miles to get there and I had calculated that the odo would read 561 when I ran into the reserves. I didn't want to stop at the Liberty station on 30 and Waterloo for fear of not being able to start the bike again.
When I got to Phoenixville, I decided to stop at the Citgo on 23 and White Horse because I was afraid that I wouldn't make it to High Street and if I had then how would I get back, the nearest gas station I knew at the time was just out of town. I realize now that there is a gas station about a block away from Kiss Honda on High Street. I pulled into the Citgo with 549.3 miles on the odo. The tank took 2.772 gallons to fill up so I was running fairly close. The average mileage the Bullet is running now is 67 miles per gallon.
I got to Kiss Honda a little after noon and the service technician was outside waiting for me. We talked about the problem the Bullet had and he asked me if the kickstand was down. I realized then that when my grandson was crawling over the bike he must have pushed on the kickstand enough to engage the safety but to make it appear as if it was still up. I figured that as I messed with the bike this morning I must have re-seated the kickstand and that is what caused the miraculous recovery.
I also asked Randy Kiss to install a maintenance free battery to replace the one that came with the Bullet. I don't like having to mess with wet cells and Randy sold me a battery for $85.95 which is quite a bit cheaper than I have seen on line or from nfieldgear. He also threw in and installed a set of battery tender leads so I don't have to unhook the battery again and I can keep it hooked up to the tender when not in use.
They did the work in less than an hour an a half and I was on the road again by a little after 14:00 (that's 2:00 pm. to you civilian types). The trip back was the outbound route in reverse, didn't have to go down 29 to 30 since the work on 23 appears to be over. All the way from Pottstown to the outskirts of Phoenixville the Devil was beating his wife.* He wasn't beating her hard but hard enough to be worrisome. The sky was heavy and dark behind me and clear and blue in front so I hoped to be running away from the rain. The beatings stopped in Phoenixville and it was clear sailing until I got to Devon. As I crossed 30, I figured I would take Sugartown and stop by my wife's work to let her know I was back since she doesn't answer her cell at work. No sooner had I made that decision that the Devil heard me and began to beat his wife again. I passed on Sugartown to head home but by the time I got to Church the beatings had stopped again so I headed up Church to my wife's work in Eastown. I got there and started back home. No beatings but the sky kept getting darker. As I pulled into the garage the heavens opened up and it came down in buckets. The mileage on the odo read 595.5 when I stopped. All's well that ends well.
*"The Devil is beating his wife" is a southernism for a sunshower, a meteorological phenomenon that occurs when rain falls while the sun is shinning.
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In the meantime, I continued fooling around with the bike to see if I could get it to run. At one point I noticed the amp meter light flicker and that gave me a little hope. Right after I hung up with Progressive at 11:00 I gave the Bullet on more try. This time, magically, the light came on and the bike kicked over. Mirabile visu! Not wishing to risk anything, I ran upstairs, put on my riding gear, and asked my wife to cancel the tow.
Despite a forecast of heavy rain the sky was clear and blue so I headed down the road with high hopes of getting to Pottstown dry. I took Church to Waterloo and headed to 252 to cut across Valley Forge National Park to link up with 23 to Pottstown. When I left the house I had 539 miles on the odo. I knew that it would be a tight squeeze to get to Kiss Honda before I ran out of gas. I figured a little over twenty miles to get there and I had calculated that the odo would read 561 when I ran into the reserves. I didn't want to stop at the Liberty station on 30 and Waterloo for fear of not being able to start the bike again.
I got to Kiss Honda a little after noon and the service technician was outside waiting for me. We talked about the problem the Bullet had and he asked me if the kickstand was down. I realized then that when my grandson was crawling over the bike he must have pushed on the kickstand enough to engage the safety but to make it appear as if it was still up. I figured that as I messed with the bike this morning I must have re-seated the kickstand and that is what caused the miraculous recovery.
I also asked Randy Kiss to install a maintenance free battery to replace the one that came with the Bullet. I don't like having to mess with wet cells and Randy sold me a battery for $85.95 which is quite a bit cheaper than I have seen on line or from nfieldgear. He also threw in and installed a set of battery tender leads so I don't have to unhook the battery again and I can keep it hooked up to the tender when not in use.
They did the work in less than an hour an a half and I was on the road again by a little after 14:00 (that's 2:00 pm. to you civilian types). The trip back was the outbound route in reverse, didn't have to go down 29 to 30 since the work on 23 appears to be over. All the way from Pottstown to the outskirts of Phoenixville the Devil was beating his wife.* He wasn't beating her hard but hard enough to be worrisome. The sky was heavy and dark behind me and clear and blue in front so I hoped to be running away from the rain. The beatings stopped in Phoenixville and it was clear sailing until I got to Devon. As I crossed 30, I figured I would take Sugartown and stop by my wife's work to let her know I was back since she doesn't answer her cell at work. No sooner had I made that decision that the Devil heard me and began to beat his wife again. I passed on Sugartown to head home but by the time I got to Church the beatings had stopped again so I headed up Church to my wife's work in Eastown. I got there and started back home. No beatings but the sky kept getting darker. As I pulled into the garage the heavens opened up and it came down in buckets. The mileage on the odo read 595.5 when I stopped. All's well that ends well.
*"The Devil is beating his wife" is a southernism for a sunshower, a meteorological phenomenon that occurs when rain falls while the sun is shinning.
