Motorcycle Season Has Begun In Atlantic Canada

battery trickle chargerI bought a battery trickle charger today. “What the hell is that?”, you ask? It charges batteries at a trickle – slower than regular chargers, I guess.

Really, I have no bloody idea. Googling it didn’t help, although I spent 5 seconds looking.

I bought it because the weather is good enough to drive the motorbike, but mine failed to start; I forgot to take its battery out for the winter. I have a kick-start, but that didn’t work. I didn’t think the kick-start required a working battery.

I borrowed Steve‘s battery charger last year, but since I’ll be needing one every year, I decided to buy one. 50 bucks at Canadian Tire.

My Motorcycle Is New Again

I picked my ’78 Honda 550k motorcycle today after it spent a week at the shop. It needed a new rear tire (you could see the threads), plus the shifter gasket was replaced, and standard stuff was adjusted: valves, carbs… [insert engine lingo].

It runs BEAUTIFULLY now: quieter and smoother. Having a good mechanic work on a motorcycle is like getting a new bike in the end.

Irishtown Cycle did the work. Highly recommended. He’s an independent guy out in the boonies, but he knows what he’s doing and he does it for a reasonable price. I phoned Toys For Big Boys, a Honda motorcycle dealer, before taking the bike to Irishtown, since they’re a lot closer and they’re an “official” Honda dealer, but they were hesitant about working on my 1978 bike, saying it would probably cost a LOT.

What I Did On My Day Off

I got back from a two day motorcycling trip today, staying at Penderwood‘s the night. It was a good trip, except I wish my wife was with me to share the experience: it was fun. I took the back roads for most of the ride: less noise and traffic; more exciting turns, hills, and blind-spots; interesting things to see.

Here are some statistics from the trip:

  • One person asked to buy my bike.
  • Four people (not including the one above) stopped to admire and talk about the bike.
  • A big-ass fly flew IN my helmet, buzzing millimeters from my eyes as it was trapped between my face in the visor.
  • 99% of other riders waved.
  • I travelled 628 km.
  • I got an average of 17 km/Liter, 5.97 liters per 100 km, or 48 MPG.
  • Average price per liter (premium gas) was $1.05.
  • I burned 38 liters of gas.

Thanks to Pender and Carrie for allowing me to breath their air and buy good Lower Sackville food that markets itself as Chinese.

Brain-Dead Before You’re Brain-Dead

Dubya‘s brother, Jeb, the Governor of Florida, repealed the once mandatory state law for bikers to wear helmets. Since then, biker fatalies have soared:

A Florida Today analysis of federal motorcycle crash statistics found “unhelmeted” deaths in Florida rose from 22 in 1998 and 1999, the years before the helmet law repeal, to 250 in 2004, the most recent year of available data.

The best part of that article is a quote from a helmet law opponent:

What causes most of the crashes is cars. Usually, it’s the car driver turning left at an intersection and causing an accident because they didn’t see us coming.

What the hell does that have to do with wearing a helmet? Idiot.

I see a lot of bikers wearing no protective gear in New Brunswick except a helmet, and sometimes the helmets are a joke, too.