I guess when it rains, it’s a Toxic Flood.
I have joked in the past about how one of my powers is command over all things electrical. I could not have been more wrong as it looks today. I have had some electrical issues with both of my gas-powered rides lately. The short version of the problems with the scooter is that it can start and run, but not shut off. I expect that’s a bad kill switch and so I have added it to the list of things I want to do, to take one last swing at this Chinese POS, before I sell it for parts.
The other day, a friend from the Scooterist group said I could borrow some tools because when I tried to get into the CVT long box, twelve of the thirteen bolts came out easily enough but the last one wouldn’t budge. I could not run over to his place to pick them up because my car’s battery was dead. I have been working around some kind of “parasitic drain” with a disconnect knob for about a year now. I thought I had used it but the dead battery caught me off guard. I recharged it two days ago and then drove to Delta and back and it seemed to run fine as I watched the gauges like a hawk.
Today it started okay and I took the long route to Home Depot and Sears. I seemed to get everything I needed and then some: I never seem to have any problem buying things. While at Sears, I tried to apply for a card at the counter and was denied. I heard many years ago that a Sears card was one of the best ways to build some credit, and did that as a teenager. I still went through with my purchase but I admit being a bit perturbed as I left the store and returned to my car.
I started it up and it seemed a bit hesitant. My volt gauge has always not worked properly and has usually reported about 10 volts charge, regardless. Just lowering the windows caused the gauge to bounce and I knew I was in trouble. My thought was to run out to Fruita on I-70 and if the battery did not begin to charge up I would drop it off at the Western Slope Auto Center. Much to my further dismay, the meter plummeted as I drove and finally the car quit about three miles from WSA.
I was so flustered I thought I would just walk it, but it was a little further than I thought. I left my purchases and the keys in the car, which is really not like me. Today it was about 95 and kinda hazy as I walked eastward on Highway 6 & 50. Thanks to Elite Towing and WSA , the car is at the shop and I’m back home in one piece.
I have a very strong attachment to my vehicle despite it’s problems and I joked with the young lady that shuttled me back that I have it, and not a wife or girlfriend. In my mind, the car and I had a conversation today:
Me: Thanks for taking me out today to get some stuff for the bike. I’m sorry about the battery thing the other day.
Car: What battery thing?
Me: We’re still good, right? I noticed how you ran hot on that unscheduled trip to LA and back and got you to Big O Tires for a coolant flush. Wasn’t that good? You’ve been pretty smooth lately, despite the intense heat.
Car: You spend too much time with that Chinese good-for-nothing. You should pay more attention to me.
Me: The main reason I have the scooter is to save you from too much wear and tear. I have the scooter for both of us.
Car: I feel I have a recall coming on. Take me to Western Slope Auto.
Me: We should be getting a couple checks in any day now. I promise to take you in when I have the money.
Car: I want to go to Western Slope Auto now.
Me: They really prefer we make an appointment. I know we’ve put some stuff off for a while but I’ll call next week and make an appointment. We can’t get all the parts you need.
Car: I WANNA GO NOW!