|My Royal Enfield Bullet, gassed up and ready to ride.|
On Saturday I cleaned the spark plug and points on my 1999 Bullet, checked the tire pressures and even examined the air cleaner — it looked fine.
I mentally planned what clothes to wear and what route to take. I knew I would arise early Sunday, in plenty of time, because I would be too excited to sleep.
It was still dark when I pushed the Bullet from the garage and began the starting procedure.
Oh, oh. The headlight barely glows. The Bullet won't start without electricity. Kick after kick brought not even a burble from the motor.
Out came the battery charger. I gave it only a few minutes, as I suspect the charger is too strong for motorcycle batteries.
Switch ON! The headlight is bright. One kick. VRRROOOOOOOMMMMmmm!
The Bullet sprang to life. But it wouldn't keep running unless I kept the revs up. Left to idle the headlight would dim and the motor stall.
I went for a long blast up U.S. 1, hoping the battery would build strength. But it didn't seem to want to hold a charge. I took a chance and stopped to attend church. After mass the Bullet did start, but not willingly. I would not be going anywhere else today that would require stopping the motor.
I rode home and returned the Bullet to the garage. I'll give the battery another try in the morning and if it's dead I'll start shopping for a new one.
My theory: the poor Bullet just couldn't stand the pressure of having to perform on one specific day out of 365. It's not unreliable. It's just sensitive.