It's Electrifying...

 

If you said, "A line from the song You're the One That I Want from the musical Grease," you get 15 bonus points.  

The battery for the Burgman 200 came yesterday evening.  I went into the garage to replace the old one.  You might think that swapping out a battery in a scooter is an easy task, and I would tend to agree with you.  We would both be mistaken.  

I couldn't get my fingers around the old battery to get a grip to pull it out of the snug space under the right floorboard.  I spent 20 minutes trying different grips and different angles; nope.  I came up with the thought of hooking something through the battery lugs and pulling it out that way.  I said to myself, "Self, you have a couple metal S-hooks that your old bike helmets are hanging on."  Yep, that would work.  And then I said to myself, "Self, you are about to put metal hooks in the battery lugs with you being the connection between them - maybe you should put on some rubber gloves."  I told myself that was a good idea.

The hooks worked as hoped, and the battery came right out.  Moving the positive and negative cables aside, I started lining up the new battery to fit it in place.  Then, asked Joan to come out to the garage and hold a light for me so I could see to fit it in that snug place.  That works, and it went in.  I put the connections on and gave it a test start... yep, fired right up.  Then, put a Battery Tender on it to make sure it is topped off.

This morning, I pulled the battery tender, tested the battery voltage again, started the bike, then buttoned it all up.

Joan had a doctor appointment this morning for a blood draw, and when she came home, I asked if she wanted to go out for breakfast... "How does Black Bear Diner sound to you?"

She was onboard.  It is less than 2 miles from our house.  Breakfast was tasty.  When we came out to get in our car, there was a light gray cat in the parking lot.  Not grown, but not a kitten.  A pretty light gray/silver striped.

Joan asked, "What should we do about this?"  I knew we were going to be here a while.  We tried to coax the young cat to us, but it was wary.  With us talking to it and trying to get close, it eventually got into some bushes (and away from the parked cars).

We got into our car; I could tell this isn't where this was going to end.  "How about we go home, get some food and water, and a carrier, and see if it will come to us."  Joan agreed.

We came back to the parking lot, better prepared.  Joan opened the food, put some in a container, and set it down.  As long as we weren't close to the food, the cat came out.  At one point, Joan was close enough to give it a light pet.

 The little silver cat ate some of the food, but wasn't going to let us get too close.  After spending a half hour or so trying to woo it, we left the food and water in some bushes.  Joan said, "We can come back tomorrow and bring it more food and water... if it is still here."

Back home, it was time to give our big furry boy his lunch.  Murphy looks huge!