I picked up a solo pillow seat for her from an '03 off Craigslist, and a set of buckhorn bars also. I know I can ride Rosie forever, so setting Cherise up in a similar fashion makes sense. The seat was an easy swap, the bars have to wait for longer cables.
Less than a week later we were on another nearly 500 mile run across El Camino Real de los Tejas to the Deep South HOG Rally in Alexandria LA! Cherise was introduced to Rosie's home turf as she led a ride to the Old Sarto Iron Bridge in Bordelonville and on down to the Easy Rider Memorial in Morganza. |
One gentleman who had just parked his bike after leaving the rally, pointed out an Autozone (about 1/4 mile away) was open on Sunday. He suggested that maybe her cable had been just loose enough to keep the battery from charging. He got her going with a jump, put my stuff in the back of his truck, and followed me there.
I had a sinking feeling when bringing the battery in for a charge it immediately read 12.6 volts. Still, we tried, but nothing when I put it back in Cherise. I no sooner got off the phone with my daughter (who was going to drive three hours with a trailer) when a young man and his dad (or maybe big brother?) noticed I was about in tears and came over to help. He checked fuses and tried to troubleshoot the best he could. He called over someone else who had just pulled into the parking lot saying, "You're really smart with this stuff. What do you think?"
I am frequently asked why I am not afraid travelling alone. The answer is, for the most part, People ARE Good.