But,…. What are These Other Wires?

If sometimes our bio-dex is up; then, on other days it must be down…

Therefore it follows that… some days we are a genius and others just a clown…

Take last week, when I complained to the cycle shop guys that my battery was “out”…

…that would be out of my motorcycle if you are in any doubt…

There were smirks, winks, knowing grins and even a slight wry smile…

It took me slightly aback…but, then I thought…wait a while….

Do they think I can’t do this? That I’m just a “dumb chick”?

Well; it was all that was needed…kind of like a prod with a sharp pointy stick…..

It did sound kind of lame; even whiney to my own discerning ear.

So, then I thought, “what’s to stop me from doing it?…to get myself in gear”?

That “bike” should be running so I can laugh and ride while I Christmas shop…

Still….. never having installed a battery, I hesitate, and then of course, ….just stop…

But why should I be expecting some guy to do this for me?

Kawasaki does supply a manual… and, after all, how hard can it be?

Okay…look for the battery…carefully carry it upstairs from the storage space..

I wonder if “stuff” could spill; is it just water or will my fingerprints magically erase?…

Now to guess for a wrench of just the right size; to loosen the bolt holding the seat.

Not a problem in the big red tool-box; someone keeps it very tidy and neat…

Lift off the seat; drop in the battery; yup…the terminals are facing the proper leads…

What are those other two little wires?…perspiration is standing out in tiny beads.

Just put red with red and black with black for goodness sake; it’s not a bomb or a booby trap!

Who at the factory had fingers so skinny? maybe needle-nose pliers to adjust this strap?

Why is this seat so awkward to replace?….and I thought that battery cover was tough!

I mightily pulled; I pushed and then shoved…not about to admit I was just a cream puff..

Finally, after a few choice words in the face of defeat, plus the best darn drop-kick I had in me..

That seat grabbed the back hooks and slipped under the flange… “Alright”; I chortled with glee!

Perhaps next time I’ll buy a classy European highly superior technical dream.

Something like Ducati.. with a battery we can see…ah yes, that clever Italian racing team….

Stand back, turn the key; fire it up. Darn,…. forgot the choke. A low 7 out of 10 on my “battery” test!

Oh, and those other two wires?… I found out later they were plug-ins for my electrically heated vest !