SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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- Sep 23, 2003
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This morning I got out of bed and looked foreward to today. There were several things I had on the list and I was ready.
I fixed the bedroom door. (The screws for the top hinge had pulled out.) I just replaced the door.
I put up the new Towel Bars and Toilet Paper holders in the Master Bathroom. I also replaced the Toilet Seat.
I fixed the hand sprayer in the Kitchen Sink.
I fired up the Smoker and when it was going turned the heat down low and slipped a Large Beef Roast into it. (I had injected and marinated the Roast with a mix of Garlic, Onion, Chipotle Pepper, Olive Oil, Pineapple Juice and a touch of Sea Salt. It had marinated for 24 hours.)
I went out to the bike to try and figure out what the battery wasn't charging. (Irritating that.) I opened the side panel and found the line coming off the rectifier had been changed. The previous owner had pulled the fuse from the fuse block and wired in an inline holder for ease of changing. Unfortunately he had done so in a makeshift manner with cheap parts. I liked the idea but not the way he had done it. I removed his work and replaced it an inline fuse holder of my own. His had cheap wire and was pig tailed around the fuse hold down screws. Mine was a heavier gauge wire and had Ring Terminals soldered to the ends of the wires. I also cleaned up the contact points then coated everything in a thin layer of conductive Grease. When I hooked the Multi-meter up to the bike I found my battery was charging correctly.
I went inside and put away my tools. I checked the to-do list and found that it was finished. My wife was busy playing on the computer. I looked out the window and the sun was shining. My wife looked at me and smiled as she pointed at my helmet, she knew what I was thinking.
I fired up the bike and headed out. I had a rough idea of where I was going but nothing in concrete. I headed a bit west and picked up a lower speed Highway. (Lower speed means it's posted at 50 MPH and not 70 MPH.) I got on the highway and opened the throttle until I was cruising along. I passed the occasional car but that was rare. The sun was shining and warm even aas the air was a nice cool 70 degrees. I ended up opening the top of my jacket to get a bit of a cooling breeze through it. Before I knew it I had reached the end of the highway and was at Lake O. I glanced at my Trip Odometer and saw it was coming up on time to get some go juice in the bike. I kept my eyes open and finally saw a station in the type of small town you saw in Easy Rider. I tanked up and putted down the street to a small diner.
I wwent inside and after shucking my coat ordered a large glass of water, a cup of coffee and a House Special. (Country Fried Steak.) As I sat there eating several other riders came strolling in. Seeing me they pulled up chairs at the counter next to me and we chatted as we ate. All of them had H.O.G. Patches and they asked if the bike out front was mine. (Well duh?) When I admitted that it was they asked about it. They seemed intrigued by the design and liked my plans for it.
When I was done I asked for and received another glass of water. Swallowing that I paid and strolled back out to the bike. Pulling on my gear I was happy when the bike fired right up. Checking for traffic I slipped it into gear and did a U-Turn from where I was sitting and headed off down the street. I finally made it back home at about 1600. (I had left a little before noon.) I parked the bike to the wonderful smell of woodsmoke in the air. My next door neighbors watched me climb off the bike and take off my helmet. They watched as this long haired Biker went tromping inside.
Dinner was that slow smoked roast, Bisquits and mixed veggies washed down with Sweet Tea.
After dinner we sat on the Patio for a bit, she with a glass of wine and me with a glass of Tequila and a cigar. We talked as I Saddle Soaped my leathers.
The bike is now locked up and put away for the next few days. Oh it does have an extra 130 miles on the odometer.
Cat
I fixed the bedroom door. (The screws for the top hinge had pulled out.) I just replaced the door.
I put up the new Towel Bars and Toilet Paper holders in the Master Bathroom. I also replaced the Toilet Seat.
I fixed the hand sprayer in the Kitchen Sink.
I fired up the Smoker and when it was going turned the heat down low and slipped a Large Beef Roast into it. (I had injected and marinated the Roast with a mix of Garlic, Onion, Chipotle Pepper, Olive Oil, Pineapple Juice and a touch of Sea Salt. It had marinated for 24 hours.)
I went out to the bike to try and figure out what the battery wasn't charging. (Irritating that.) I opened the side panel and found the line coming off the rectifier had been changed. The previous owner had pulled the fuse from the fuse block and wired in an inline holder for ease of changing. Unfortunately he had done so in a makeshift manner with cheap parts. I liked the idea but not the way he had done it. I removed his work and replaced it an inline fuse holder of my own. His had cheap wire and was pig tailed around the fuse hold down screws. Mine was a heavier gauge wire and had Ring Terminals soldered to the ends of the wires. I also cleaned up the contact points then coated everything in a thin layer of conductive Grease. When I hooked the Multi-meter up to the bike I found my battery was charging correctly.
I went inside and put away my tools. I checked the to-do list and found that it was finished. My wife was busy playing on the computer. I looked out the window and the sun was shining. My wife looked at me and smiled as she pointed at my helmet, she knew what I was thinking.
I fired up the bike and headed out. I had a rough idea of where I was going but nothing in concrete. I headed a bit west and picked up a lower speed Highway. (Lower speed means it's posted at 50 MPH and not 70 MPH.) I got on the highway and opened the throttle until I was cruising along. I passed the occasional car but that was rare. The sun was shining and warm even aas the air was a nice cool 70 degrees. I ended up opening the top of my jacket to get a bit of a cooling breeze through it. Before I knew it I had reached the end of the highway and was at Lake O. I glanced at my Trip Odometer and saw it was coming up on time to get some go juice in the bike. I kept my eyes open and finally saw a station in the type of small town you saw in Easy Rider. I tanked up and putted down the street to a small diner.
I wwent inside and after shucking my coat ordered a large glass of water, a cup of coffee and a House Special. (Country Fried Steak.) As I sat there eating several other riders came strolling in. Seeing me they pulled up chairs at the counter next to me and we chatted as we ate. All of them had H.O.G. Patches and they asked if the bike out front was mine. (Well duh?) When I admitted that it was they asked about it. They seemed intrigued by the design and liked my plans for it.
When I was done I asked for and received another glass of water. Swallowing that I paid and strolled back out to the bike. Pulling on my gear I was happy when the bike fired right up. Checking for traffic I slipped it into gear and did a U-Turn from where I was sitting and headed off down the street. I finally made it back home at about 1600. (I had left a little before noon.) I parked the bike to the wonderful smell of woodsmoke in the air. My next door neighbors watched me climb off the bike and take off my helmet. They watched as this long haired Biker went tromping inside.
Dinner was that slow smoked roast, Bisquits and mixed veggies washed down with Sweet Tea.
After dinner we sat on the Patio for a bit, she with a glass of wine and me with a glass of Tequila and a cigar. We talked as I Saddle Soaped my leathers.
The bike is now locked up and put away for the next few days. Oh it does have an extra 130 miles on the odometer.
Cat