Yesterday was the annual "let's get the motorcycle out and moving" day. Oh, and more importantly, it was RW's birthday (Happy birthday, RDub!). The weather was a beautiful, warm almost-summer day, and we needed to take advantage of it.
Those who have been reading this blog for a long time know that ZeketheFreakRatTerrier likes to ride on the bike with us. For a visual on how this works, look here. Anyway, RW doesn't particularly like the baby carrier thing, as ZeketheFreakRatTerrier is squashed between us (and for those who are wondering, it's more about our discomfort than the dog's. I know - we are awesome pet owners). So he's been mulling over other options for the past year, and apparently yesterday was the day to implement. He spent a couple of hours on a "Zeke" carrier that attaches to the rack on the "trunk" of the bike, and then called me outside when he was ready to try it out.
He slipped on Zeke's x-small harness (Zeke, I'm sure, is sensitive to his size. Don't tell him I mentioned the x-small. He already has a complex) and secured him inside the carrier, which is open at the top for him to stick his head out and direct traffic. More like stop traffic, but I digress. I was instructed to stand at the end of the driveway and see how ZeketheFreakRatTerrier reacts to this recent turn of events.
As it turned out, ZeketheFreakRatTerrier loved it. No problems. When RDub cruised back into the driveway, I told him the three of us should go for a little spin. I rummaged through the truck (one of the 5 vehicles and 3 trailers currently in our driveway. 2 people live here. It's a little over the top.) for Zeke's Doggles and helmet. We met back at the motorcycle, ready to do some summer livin'.
RDub turned over the engine. Clickclickclickclickclickclick. Dead battery. Thus started a 35 minute adventure to charge the battery. RW first tried to jump it with an extra battery he had - trying to avoid the hassle of finding the real jumper cables. No such luck. He fished around the trunk of the Buick and pulled out the jumper cables and attached one end of them to the engine of the Buick. There wasn't a lot to attach them to on the bike, so that started a frustrating cycle of attempting to connect them, trying the engine, and getting the whole clickclickclickclickclickclick thing.
He tried several different ways of attaching them. Nothing. Nada. More clickclickclickclickclick. Meanwhile, ZeketheFreakRatTerrier was still harnessed into his carrier, and not impressed with the delay. I was getting hungry for lunch. RW was getting frustrated about the clickclickclickclick thing happening.
In a stroke of... genius, RW disappeared into the house and reappeared with the keys to the Buick. He slid into the driver's seat and turned over the engine. Click. Not even clickclick. Just click.
Thankfully(?) we had 3 other vehicles to choose from, and 2 minutes later we were roaring to life and ready to ride.
Thus said, may I be so bold to suggest that when one needs to jump a battery, one doesn't use a dead battery to do so? You may have better luck with a live one... just saying.
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