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There are some days where you get out of the bed and quickly realize that you should have stayed there. This past Sunday was one of those days. I just couldn’t get my brain organized.
After a rather fumbley morning, I decided that I should get back to troubleshooting my RD project’s wiring harness. I was understanding it a couplea weeks ago, so I got it…right?
I bundled a cluster that I’m going to keep with super-fancy cord wrap*.
Then decided to be a crazy risk-taker and make a male plug for one of the trashed headlight wires.
The soldering iron I have is on the weaker end of the spectrum, so I had to wait a while for it to heat up enough. Then I burned the housing a little. But I made a decent solder connection, so I was happy. I wrapped it with electrical tape and moved on.
This is where things went a bit downhill.
As I went back through the harness, tracing wires to keep and trying to figure out how it all runs, I found two wires that needed to be connected to … something … but I couldn’t figure out to what. My brain was feeling a bit addled and sluggish, so after more unproductive staring at the harness and the wiring diagram and back and forth a few times, I gave up and watched a movie.
Meh.
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* that was rather tongue-in-cheek if you hadn’t guessed already.
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we’re all mad here*
You can tell by the amount of pithy sayings about motorcyclists that we are a little off-kilter from those who don’t ride. Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night** will keep a motorcyclist from riding when they feel the call of the road.
It’s really not very cold today but as I started to get some gear on for a little toodle after work, I thought, “It’s a bit chilly. I should bundle up.”
So, bundle I did.
However, it’s hard to hide from all of the wind chill. But I didn’t care. It’s a lovely day and I was on my bike. Sure, it ‘feels like’ 47° out, but that’s almost 50° and that’s almost balmy. Never mind the cold air blowing down my coat like a TourMaster ram air intake, it was great to be out on the road.
So, bring it on, Winter!
You won’t dampen my motorcycle spirit!
I’ve ridden in Chicago snowstorms, I’m not afraid!
(that said, I prefer 80’s and sunny)
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* Said the Cheshire cat.
** Unabashedly grifted from the Postal Service creed.
Of course, they stole it from Herodotus.
It is true, there is nothing new under the sun. 
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