I'm minding my own business, see......

I'm not all that superstitious, so I'm not sporting one of those little gremlin bells that ward off the evil spirits of mechanical failure for the travelling vehicle like St. Christopher is said to do for the travelling soul.

So the plan is to jump on the bike with the boy and ride through a semi-sunny 77deg morning to Guitar Center and try out the latest goodies, hit some place for a snack or munchie or some such and then ride to the house and yak to Mom about what a great day we had so far.

I swing a leg and go to fire the bike up and it's live at the dash....dead at the starter.

Hmm... I've had this happen before and thought I'd found the culprit with the corrosive blue powder forming a conductive short between posts on the plugged in starter relay. I found that while romping with the righteous at a rally a while back. Was pretty smug about the whole thing, too. Well, let's see what we've got now.

The bike in question is my first foray into rolling lazyboys. I wouldn't have picked it, but it fell in my lap....followed me home.....was really cheap....made sense at the time. It's a 1996 Evo geezer-glide and I've grown attached to it while waiting to find someone to trade me a Shovelhead for it.