The tale of Prudence Jane, a cruel name for an equally cruel machine.
I bought this stupid thing 11-ish years ago (there's a post or thread somewhere). I've grown up on motorcycles, dirt bikes and other assorted go-machines, and in and around Harley culture (yes that Harley culture), so it was inevitable, I suppose.
I bought it for $700 from this sweet old man who was it's 2nd owner. He bought it to cruise around town, reliving his youth a bit, but age, and the loss of his wife, caught up with him. He was mid-80's when he decided to let it go, and the motorcycle had around 4,000 original miles. It also has a Time magazine watch on the handlebars that his wife put on, because he was always late to dinner. That watch will stay with the bike forever.
Over the next couple of years, I put a little over 1,200 miles on it (possibly more, but I'm too lazy to go look at the moment), until it started giving me some major fits. I parked it 7 years ago and haven't really messed with it since, other than poking at it, thinking about all of the work it needs from sitting alone, and then walking away again.
The first issues were fairly obvious; it became difficult to start and was flooding the left cylinder. This meant that, any time I went somewhere with it where I was going to park for a bit, The_Jed had to be on standby with the ATF & torch rescue kit and roll start skills. I'm 5'3" and while I can push it around and safely get my feet to the ground, I am just a bit too short to get it moving enough for a roll start.
Then the issues started getting...odd. If I turned the key on, I would basically have to already have my thumb on the start button, because the battery would drain in seconds, even with diligent use of the trickle charger. Once it started, I would have to hold the revs around 2500 until I popped it in gear and went down the road. Even then, it wasn't always great.
It started dying whenever it wanted, and not a fuel-starve death, but an electrical system freak out. It left me in super busy traffic with no shoulder, it left me on a country road at night, just all sorts of fun. And each time it did this, I would try to charge the battery, which it wouldn't, then I would take the battery to get tested, to discover it had failed. I was replacing the battery every couple of rides, which is expensive, maddening and just not worth it to me, so to the garage she went.
Over the years I've toyed with selling it, even put it up online a couple of times, only to rethink it and take it down. It's literally costing me nothing but space right now. If I sold it, I would get something newer and more reliable, but I don't want a motorcycle payment and we have teenagers who need cars and braces and...life.
So....I'm going to attempt to fix it. I'm trying to do things myself, but aluminum screws+cast aluminum parts+I do bodywork, I'm not any type of mechanic...I'm needing The_Jed's help a lot to break things loose.
(I'll post pictures later)