What's left

Sadly, I didn't get the bike running in time for the ride. I did manage to get myself out of bed and off to a good lunch spot for some libations and a bite and a good vantage point from which to applaud the riders as they past.

Actually, the 'get out of bed' joke wasn't really that far off. I was a little bit pissed off at not making it. Really wanted to. It's been sort of a deadline in my mind and also, truth be told, a little bit of a mental healing thing or a 'feel good about myself' thing, so I was a little unhappy about not making it. Not sure if ultimately I just underestimated the amount or the potential problems or what. Probably likely a combination of many things. Still, what's done is done.

(except in this case, it still isn't done....)

We do have liftoff on somethings. The headlight (and brights) are functioning, as are the tach and speedo gauges. Well, sort of. I'm still sorting and figuring that mess, since the new gauge has 6 wires and the old one has 9.

I'm no match wizard, but one of these things is not like the other.

So that's become a little bit like fishing in a large lake with the sole strategy of 'asking the fish nicely to get in the boat'. Always nice to know what you're doing when you try and do things. In this case, I am most definitely making it up as I go, touching wires while closing my eyes from sparks or the annoying looks this bike gives me now, whenever I try to do something in a decidedly non-mechanical fashion.

Translation; always.

At this point, there's really two ways to go. Press on as I am, trying this or that until something comes on or turns over or otherwise doesn't seem like it's gonna spark the garage into a large pile of 2x4's and motorcycle parts. Or, stop completely until I can finance that mystical M-Unit I would really prefer to have, and do all this correctly, and long-term-illy. Thing is, that second one, while far mo better and far mo easier, it's also far mo money.

So who knows. The pressure is off somewhat considering the ride is over. Now, it's just back to the other pressure of wanting to ride the thing. Plus, it's not a billion degrees in AZ right now, so riding season is truly here.

So maybe there is a light at the end of a tunnel.

Or could still be that oncoming train.