Based around the column "Trevor's Travels" published each Sunday in the San Bernardino Sun, with some detours along the way.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
The other day a friend was having trouble starting his motorcycle. "It's the damned battery," he said. I assumed that soon we would be making a stop at one of those motor supply shops that sell stuff. But no, it wasn't what I thought. It seems that Harley now produce key fobs so sensitive that if they are more than five feet away from the bike, the machine will not start. The battery he was referring to was in the key fob and when it runs down the bike is neutralized. Fortunately he had a spare with him and it was only moments before he replaced the offending small disc. Problem solved. But what if he hadn't got a spare?