I've had a daft day, I'd made a couple of leather saddle covers for my friend Andrew and his S7, he lives in Farnham around 30 miles away so got Black Fly out for the run. After filling up in Four Mark's she wouldn't start. No electricity.
I blamed a relay so bypassed the connections and it worked. Result , I was on my way but just a mile down the road she died again. I managed to get myself into a side road whilst I tried to figure out what's happening. I pulled everything apart again and put it back together. It worked again. Now, nothing had passed me on the road for the half our or so I was at the bike but as soon as I set off I managed to to get in the way of a car, how does that always happen. Then the drivers says, what's up? It was fellow Arielist Peter Fletcher,
thanks for stopping, I could have needed you.
To add more insult to this eventful journey she died again around 200 yards from Andrew's place, plus he lives uphill, he seemed to enjoy pushing my poor unfortunate bike up to his house. This time I got behind the headlamp and had a look around in there for something dodgy. Nothing realy. Just maybe my side light. The holder pushed through a rubber grommet but was loose in the rubber so I had used some sticky tape wrapped around it to increase its diameter. But I'd used some foil tape, I wonder if that was shorting it a bit. Anyway I got back home with no further trouble.