Shark of the Month October 13
Join Date: Nov 2011
Location: Was northern Maine, now gulf coast of Florida
I never use the kill switch so I've never experienced that particular issue, but last Saturday I did experience something a bit similar. My GF and I went to the Memorial Day ceremony at the Sarasota National Cemetery. At it's conclusion, we met up with another couple for lunch at a raw bar. After several rounds of oysters and clams we headed home after purchasing some raw shellfish for the next day. Said out goodbyes, loaded the shellfish into the TP, and hit the start button and nothing happened. Checked the kill switch in case I had made unintentional contact with it, but that didn't help. Bare in mind that it was now mid afternoon, full sun, 95 degrees and we're standing on a blacktop parking lot that didn't have shade anywhere. It only took a couple minutes for sweat to start running down into my eyes. The only thing that lit up was the "key" icon. As unlikely as it seemed at the time (because I had changed my battery about 6 months earlier) I reasoned that it was likely the fob battery. There were no stores within walking distance that would have sold batteries. By now 15 minutes had passed and I was a hot sweaty mess and getting more pissed off by the minute because I also started to worry about the $40 of shellfish in the TP. I asked my GF if she had her car keys on her and luckily she did. We switched out her battery to my fob and it still wouldn't start. I cycled the ignition on-off-on, everything lit up and it fired to life. My day had gone from wonderful to a POS and back to wonderful all in the span of 30 minutes. Since those batteries come in 2 packs, I now keep one in the TP in a zip lock bag that I had there with a coupe of spare fuses that I carry. I guess there's no warning whatsoever when these batteries are starting to lose charge. One minute it worked and the next it was dead on it's ass. Lesson learned - keep a spare battery on the bike because you never know when you'll need it.
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!” - HST
Last edited by Uncle Fuzzy; 06-02-2019 at 10:37 AM.