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There are a number of areas around the world like The Bermuda Triangle that mechanical things just go hay wire w/o known cause, another is the Ozarks Highlands. I have nothing more to do with the all knowing select in INOA online forum almost a decade now d/t a very similar scenario to Wesley's. So I got to share in his miseries as if my own.
1. Got up before dawn to beat cold rain front on way to L.o.P Texas and did just fine for 150 miles then Wes's '71 just died, after we chided our selves for luxury stop of rest room and fast food meal rather than a froced gas stop, in a town out of Twight Zone called ugh, Ozark. An indian name for the combined paired quarks of nuclear mass with desire of Great Spirit to make em stick.
2. Told Wes just need to turn key on and tug connections til a plug spark to know we found the broken Boyer trigger wire, one of my reasons to swear off Boyers a long time now. Wes's analog Boyah was a donor unit I installed for him but it'd only lasted since '05 so why not now.
3. Did not solve the no fire issue so tugged and touched some more, as nothing else much to do on road side in the rain. We finally discovered that it was not the tugging testing, as us hillbillies stupidly thought, it was merely touching the trigger wires that caused plug to fire, but not as a single spark but a machine gun of constant arcs that tapered down fast once we let go of the light touch. Of course neither touching trigger wire and wet muddy ground at once nor touching trigger wire to case gave this buzzing arc, only our rubber boot insulated touch. Re-fixed the now shortened trigger wire but had no electrical tap so use band aids out of Trixies tool pouch, still no spark.
4. We checked battery charge and connections, the power feed and the ground to black box, even made Wes pop the trigger plate, where we saw the back solder blobs had impinged on the case bore, for most a decade fine, but in Ozark cold front we removed that impediemnt of 'lectric logic, just in case but not the solution case. We even used band aid to insulate just in case but not the case.
5. Coils got power and their earths good glowing by test light and being the magical Ozarks we got a handful of Great Spirit helpers but we know how tricking that character is so were picky till the right one showed up really interested in the Commando character and some black electric tape. The banaids worked better than the tape, so had to remake a connections but still no key on/off spark, UNless we accidently turned key to far to turn on light too, then saw key on-off sparks, but only a few then nothing. So as nothing else to do got Wes's bike back together and stomped it to life by shear will power! Our helper then left in great mood thanking us for the high and us him we hit dilema to carry on into night to Texas or tuck tail and go home. Then my own to just go on alone into the rain front to tuck tail and go home too.
6. Rode a good 40 miles back home as sweet as the way out, then mystery hit again but restarted on the fly when Wes turned head light off, in the grey over cast duck weather mist. That worked a few more miles then rolled to silent again, this time depressed with lost of faith in Norton and Boyah, ugh and ourselves. Decided would not make it home and lucked out to find a wide spot on Pig Trail so why risk getting stuck with no where to load bike, gave up and called for rescue. Then world class crudmugeion Wes started one subject after another on creation vs natural geology laid out so plain right under our tires. Then long period silence watching/listening to tires squeal in sharp wets, semi's to Harleys till no way any light left by any method of return.
7. I quipped up about 4 pm, bet it'll start right now fine, and of course in Ozark power center it did. He rev'd and rev'd in dis-belief > till the white bright head light suddenly went out and fire died but light came back on. We attacked the key and battery again and such but got not even slightest hint of hi beam dim or flicker. So even lower faith in our chosen hobby with more waiting on rescue. So jerking on trigger wires didn't spark but just touching either one of them did, toggling head light on off also gave a spark, just kicking over didn't, battery gave white hot light that got hotter to hold cold hands on front up as rev's make charger work harder. Crazy making.
8. Checked on rescue, getting close now, I said didn't want to run home in dark but would stick to help load, but dang that'd leave Wes to unload at home, ugh. Temps in upper 40's and still wetness coming down and around and even upward in mists of clouds, realized we had to stop farting our day off away and get on home. Told Wes it'd start again now, and it did, but pure faith it'd last, so waited for his wife to show then decided to try a run for it while the magic lasted.
9. Wes lit off then me then wife in PU. Wes was not wasting time in the wet so took miles to catch up to see him pulling over in most logical place to load, but instead he just eased off so my mood lifted too and we just stayed on it another 50 miles till our parting place he pulled over still running fine to say hey we had fun, lets do it again...
10. I hit same steple chase path I did Sunday w/o light so was feeling pretty good with hi beam, till hit mud no light can reveal and almost lost it in low side to hi side oscillations to terra firma again, caught breath after screaming stopped then go to repeat it again soon after. Mud is always an instant emergency.
11. Either home driveway for only cluster of deer that scattered across path but they missed me and me them as no gumption to give chase after mud suck down. Got in warmth and called Wes, he'd made it but told me mud was so bad he almost got off to walk it across and I understood completely.
12. So what could be the fault, Wes is seriously considering returning to points, as i've a good collection to pick from or refurbish now. I had to remind myself that I was having the time of my life and thankful spine was fixed enough that deep muscles of hand still worked painlessly even if outer 1/2" numb as an ice tray. 46'F seen outside thermometer as hot shower warmed up to 143'F.
I fixed Trixie electrics with just one loos stator nut, just in case you think life works as text books say. But Boyah got him home again so that's not the fault, just a mysterious symptom. which I'd also found touching or twisting the trigger coils would time to time give the expected single spark with key on/off but mostly just the new found arc lights & buzz of internal black box resonance interfacing with spirits.
14. I'd only stayed up to 4 am on tire and new chain and hub bearing clip falling out and drive cushions evaporated again, after return from legal meeting till 10.30 pm. Almost put off with Wes calling at 5.30 as wake up call for new Commando adventure. Safer Jouney's on yours.
8. About an hour later I got wild hair the bike's mood had shifted with the low clouds full of suspended wind and water an impossible fault
1. Got up before dawn to beat cold rain front on way to L.o.P Texas and did just fine for 150 miles then Wes's '71 just died, after we chided our selves for luxury stop of rest room and fast food meal rather than a froced gas stop, in a town out of Twight Zone called ugh, Ozark. An indian name for the combined paired quarks of nuclear mass with desire of Great Spirit to make em stick.
2. Told Wes just need to turn key on and tug connections til a plug spark to know we found the broken Boyer trigger wire, one of my reasons to swear off Boyers a long time now. Wes's analog Boyah was a donor unit I installed for him but it'd only lasted since '05 so why not now.
3. Did not solve the no fire issue so tugged and touched some more, as nothing else much to do on road side in the rain. We finally discovered that it was not the tugging testing, as us hillbillies stupidly thought, it was merely touching the trigger wires that caused plug to fire, but not as a single spark but a machine gun of constant arcs that tapered down fast once we let go of the light touch. Of course neither touching trigger wire and wet muddy ground at once nor touching trigger wire to case gave this buzzing arc, only our rubber boot insulated touch. Re-fixed the now shortened trigger wire but had no electrical tap so use band aids out of Trixies tool pouch, still no spark.
4. We checked battery charge and connections, the power feed and the ground to black box, even made Wes pop the trigger plate, where we saw the back solder blobs had impinged on the case bore, for most a decade fine, but in Ozark cold front we removed that impediemnt of 'lectric logic, just in case but not the solution case. We even used band aid to insulate just in case but not the case.
5. Coils got power and their earths good glowing by test light and being the magical Ozarks we got a handful of Great Spirit helpers but we know how tricking that character is so were picky till the right one showed up really interested in the Commando character and some black electric tape. The banaids worked better than the tape, so had to remake a connections but still no key on/off spark, UNless we accidently turned key to far to turn on light too, then saw key on-off sparks, but only a few then nothing. So as nothing else to do got Wes's bike back together and stomped it to life by shear will power! Our helper then left in great mood thanking us for the high and us him we hit dilema to carry on into night to Texas or tuck tail and go home. Then my own to just go on alone into the rain front to tuck tail and go home too.
6. Rode a good 40 miles back home as sweet as the way out, then mystery hit again but restarted on the fly when Wes turned head light off, in the grey over cast duck weather mist. That worked a few more miles then rolled to silent again, this time depressed with lost of faith in Norton and Boyah, ugh and ourselves. Decided would not make it home and lucked out to find a wide spot on Pig Trail so why risk getting stuck with no where to load bike, gave up and called for rescue. Then world class crudmugeion Wes started one subject after another on creation vs natural geology laid out so plain right under our tires. Then long period silence watching/listening to tires squeal in sharp wets, semi's to Harleys till no way any light left by any method of return.
7. I quipped up about 4 pm, bet it'll start right now fine, and of course in Ozark power center it did. He rev'd and rev'd in dis-belief > till the white bright head light suddenly went out and fire died but light came back on. We attacked the key and battery again and such but got not even slightest hint of hi beam dim or flicker. So even lower faith in our chosen hobby with more waiting on rescue. So jerking on trigger wires didn't spark but just touching either one of them did, toggling head light on off also gave a spark, just kicking over didn't, battery gave white hot light that got hotter to hold cold hands on front up as rev's make charger work harder. Crazy making.
8. Checked on rescue, getting close now, I said didn't want to run home in dark but would stick to help load, but dang that'd leave Wes to unload at home, ugh. Temps in upper 40's and still wetness coming down and around and even upward in mists of clouds, realized we had to stop farting our day off away and get on home. Told Wes it'd start again now, and it did, but pure faith it'd last, so waited for his wife to show then decided to try a run for it while the magic lasted.
9. Wes lit off then me then wife in PU. Wes was not wasting time in the wet so took miles to catch up to see him pulling over in most logical place to load, but instead he just eased off so my mood lifted too and we just stayed on it another 50 miles till our parting place he pulled over still running fine to say hey we had fun, lets do it again...
10. I hit same steple chase path I did Sunday w/o light so was feeling pretty good with hi beam, till hit mud no light can reveal and almost lost it in low side to hi side oscillations to terra firma again, caught breath after screaming stopped then go to repeat it again soon after. Mud is always an instant emergency.
11. Either home driveway for only cluster of deer that scattered across path but they missed me and me them as no gumption to give chase after mud suck down. Got in warmth and called Wes, he'd made it but told me mud was so bad he almost got off to walk it across and I understood completely.
12. So what could be the fault, Wes is seriously considering returning to points, as i've a good collection to pick from or refurbish now. I had to remind myself that I was having the time of my life and thankful spine was fixed enough that deep muscles of hand still worked painlessly even if outer 1/2" numb as an ice tray. 46'F seen outside thermometer as hot shower warmed up to 143'F.
I fixed Trixie electrics with just one loos stator nut, just in case you think life works as text books say. But Boyah got him home again so that's not the fault, just a mysterious symptom. which I'd also found touching or twisting the trigger coils would time to time give the expected single spark with key on/off but mostly just the new found arc lights & buzz of internal black box resonance interfacing with spirits.
14. I'd only stayed up to 4 am on tire and new chain and hub bearing clip falling out and drive cushions evaporated again, after return from legal meeting till 10.30 pm. Almost put off with Wes calling at 5.30 as wake up call for new Commando adventure. Safer Jouney's on yours.
8. About an hour later I got wild hair the bike's mood had shifted with the low clouds full of suspended wind and water an impossible fault