It was a beautiful day, but it was below freezing this morning. No problem. I rode about 70 miles to meet up with another Ural rider. This is my bike waiting at the intersection where we met.
Bill rides a Retro. We met and he led the way, 10-20 miles to a place for breakfast and coffee. I needed the coffee because I was really suffering from the cold. It was good to also let it warm up some before really heading out.
After breakfast, we didn't get too far before Bill suddenly slowed down and pulled off the road. I noticed I gained on him quickly and never saw the brake lights. That's because his electrical went out. Everything. No spark. No lights, blinkers, or horn. Just dead. Bill looked at the fuses and found a dead 30 amp fuse.
I rode back into town and bought some fuses at an auto parts store. Replacing the fuse had us back on the road again...... for about a mile. So Bill got in my sidecar and we rode to his house to get a recovery vehicle.
That wasn't it.
We took his car and a neat 4' X 8' utility trailer he has. The sides come off and the Ural fits like a glove.
We then took his bike to the local salvage yard with an automobile crusher.
No! We didn't do that! We got his bike back home so he can hopefully find the short and get his bike back on the road. What's really got me excited about all this is that there was a problem with a bike, but it WASN'T my bike!