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But you are right when you say that individually they are OK...collectively is a different story....don't expect any alliegiance or protection in a crisis, they live by their own code.
Yep that is my experience with them. As for their own code it seems to me that they give up their freedom to be ordered around by their presidents and assorted officers.
Not the way I want to live but if that is what they want I say more power to them.
Nor me nowadays but back in the day it was all I ever wanted.....then there was that regrettable incident with the President's Mrs (I was Vice Pres) and...well.....there are still a few places in the world I wouldn't wanna be caught in
Man, did this go a different direction than I figured.......
Anyways, I did not hear from my Indy yet, but he's pretty good at getting my stuff done in a reasonable amount of time, and has NEVER screwed me on a bill. As far as clubs go, thats a debate that will never end. They are either something you love, or something you could care less about. I have been in clubs since my 20's and will most likely be in another one soon. The only reason I am not currently wearing a three piece is because cancer (Hodgkin's lymphoma) stole 10 years of my life, most of my voice and all of my money. And yes, at least for me, it was pretty embarrassing to be the one schlub to break down in the middle of the night. Especially after all the $hit talking I do about how much better Evo's are than them new fangled Twinkies...lol.
But life is what it is, right?
I had a friend recently tell me he was getting "sworn in". I asked him what he had to swear to. I like riding as much as anybody, and am completely loyal to my friends, but I'm not swearing to anything for anybody. If you have the right friends, you don't need to "sworn in". You just know.
Anyhow - I'm just surprised you took it somewhere so quick and didn't try to look into it yourself.
Anyhow - I'm just surprised you took it somewhere so quick and didn't try to look into it yourself.
LOL, best quote of the day. Quite frankly, so am I. I am pretty proud that I usually do most of my own work. The current project I am on has me working 60 hours a week and I knew I would never have the thing fixed by Sunday. Hell, I couldn't get to a dealer between their working hours before Saturday, even if I knew what was wrong with the bike. This was not even an option for me. Either it went to my shop or I miss next weekends escapades... Something I really didn't want to do given its probably the last shindig till spring. So yeah, I flat out went slacker on this one.
LOL, best quote of the day. Quite frankly, so am I. I am pretty proud that I usually do most of my own work. The current project I am on has me working 60 hours a week and I knew I would never have the thing fixed by Sunday. Hell, I couldn't get to a dealer between their working hours before Saturday, even if I knew what was wrong with the bike. This was not even an option for me. Either it went to my shop or I miss next weekends escapades... Something I really didn't want to do given its probably the last shindig till spring. So yeah, I flat out went slacker on this one.
I had a similar thing happen to me in Sturgis in '86 on my Shovelhead FLH POS. I was at the Bear Butte state campground. Smoke poured out from the seat area, then stopped. Everything dead. It was the battery cable. It smoked. I don't recall the details, but it went up like a fuse. I put some alligator test leads across where the cable connected, kick started the bike and rode to town for another battery cable. And that was the minor repair on that trip. Doing the oil pump at the camp ground was a real gas, let me tell you.
OK, I just got back from Pure Evil. He has the bike apart. For those with long memories, I was having charging issues this summer, which is why I had replaced the regulator. Well, for whatever reason the stator shorted out and burned up the regulator. That caused it to fail in the open position. Which just sent unlimited juice to the battery. Which in turn just boiled the thing. What the Indy did was to pull the battery, install an old one he had lying around and fire it up. He said the volt meter immediately went way overcharge in a sporadic jumpy fashion. So he pulled the stator and plug, and sure enough... all burnt up. SO, he ordered all new Accel stuff (stator and regulator), and a new battery. He says he checked all the other wiring on the bike and nothing is burnt or melted. So thats what I know. I'm looking at about 400 bucks for the stator, regulator and new battery. Things could have been worse, thats for sure. Damn crazy motorcycles. lol
Update: Things could have been worse, thats for sure. Damn crazy motorcycles. lol
Yep. Mine went out last summer in Wyoming, but drained the battery. Bump started it and rode to the Cheyenne dealer. $400 bucks and three hours later I was rolling. Could have been worse....
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