Bike troubles redux.

In attempting to leave work for a quick lunch yesterday afternoon, I was greeted with a clicking noise when starting my bike. Typical dead battery sounds. Lucky me. Not only was I already a bit late for lunch, but now I wasn’t going to have any at all. Blood sugar drops, and I get pissed.

Back inside the office at my desk, I get on the phone with Triple A and schedule a flatbed to come out to jump the bike. The flatbed was just in case it wouldn’t jump and I needed to be towed. Luckily the jump works and I head over to the dealership to fix the issue. Mind you, by this point it is 5.30pm, a good half hour later than AAA had been scheduled to arrive and provide some semblance of assistance.

Very not happy. But oh, it gets worse. Bad timing, apparently.

It seems that Spectrum Honda is changing ownership over to Mission Motorsports. This is a fact I knew about when I bought the bike, and isn’t necessarily the problem. The problem lies in the fact that this ownership change is occurring this weekend and no service repairs can be scheduled until after the change is complete. This means I need to wait until next Tuesday to simply –schedule- a service repair, which may not get my bike in until the week after. Ugh.

I guess I won’t be doing any riding this weekend like I had planned. This, of course, means that this weekend will be –perfect- riding weather and my bike will be sitting, cold and alone, in my garage waiting to be fixed.

The only good news here is that it sounds like the issue is a known and particularly troublesome problem with the 1998-2002 VFRs. The bike is known for its shoddy r/r (regulator/rectifier) and has been well documented on every VFR website in existence. The solution is to simply swap out the old r/r for the new 2003 version. That’s it. Simple fix. And it should be covered under my extended warranty. Of course, while the bike is in the shop, I might as well put new tires on it so it doesn’t have to go back to the shop for a good long time. Hopefully.

And to just top off the end of this week, I have my final traffic school class tonight until 10:30pm. Great. Another 4 hours that I get to be treated like a pre-schooler and have my intellect insulted by not only the instructor, but the rest of the class as well. I swear I lose brain cells by sting in that class and around those people. Yes, I am superior. And pointing out that I am there because I got a ticket does not make me less superior. You’d understand if you had to put up with the dim-witted questions and indirect answers that come out of that class. I guess that is the price I have to pay for driving within my comfort level. Jerks.