My bike, not my brain... that sucker is solid.
So I leave work and rail through the curvies out to the main road, pretending I'm in MotoGP. No problems. I get out to the interstate and get up to around 80mph. Cruise along for a few minutes and in the blink of an eye my bike looses it's metal/plastic form and morphs into bone and muscle in the shape of a bull that just got one of those rubber band thingys 'fwapped' onto his nutsack.
So I yank in the clutch and pull over to let everyone past me at 80-90 whilst their car mirrors shake hands with my elbow. When I yank the clutch in it goes to idle, for a few seconds, and then quits. So I start it back up and let my bike buck me up the next ramp.
Some dude on a sweet sounding Honda Valkyrie pulls up and asked if I ok. No, no I'm not ok, sweet sounding Honda Valkyrie rider man. He was nice. Offered to follow me home, I declined because feel guilty taking charity from anyone except my mom and you guys(please see my thread on Money in the Wanted forum). So we stand around and comment on how it's hot out and how it would suck if someone got stranded 15 miles from anything with a none perforated jacket and a fat backpack on. He stood there as I tried riding it up the road and back. Fire it up fine, flip her in gear start going and it takes me to about 8 mph before it enters me into a rodeo. So I thank him for stopping and bid him farewell. (Exit sweet sounding bikey)
So then my next move is to call Dadogs while he's on vacation on Cape Cod or some stupid thing where they're devoid of internet access and tell him to fix it. So he's on the phone for the rest of this while I poke and prod my bike hither and yon.
Ok, put on your spectacles, thinking caps, wizard hats, and any other headdress aparatus that signifies that you're going to try helping me out on this one because we all know YOU OWE ME.
The bike idles A-OK. I rev it up quick to 10k. No hiccup or fart(not from the bike atleast). Sloooowly rev the bike up to 7k-8k, same thing. So I...DUDE! A chipmunk just frickin ran across my garage and across my shoe in some sort of Kung Fu action! That was awesome! So I rev it up to around 5k and hold it for 4-5 seconds, yada yada, I did lots of stuff while the bike sat still and it all did what it should. So Mark couldn't reach through the phone and fix my bike.
So next step is to get the stupid hunk of metal/plastic/bone/muscle contraption home.
So I fire it back up get out on a side road and first thing I try is FULL THROTTLE, that fixed everything, right? Negative, made it roughly 78.354 times worse. So I back off completely and the bike quits. Fire it up, and get on the throttle as gentle and humanly possible. NO issue, no bone/flesh bull manifestations of any sort are poking their horns into the situation. So ok, I stay steady and light on the throttle, get up to around 62 and call it fast enough. Things are great for another 7 or 8 milliseconds and then, check this happy horse **** out, I hit a bump and the thing bucks like JohnnyB when it's Motohead's turn to wear the cowboy hat. Interesting. So I ride a little more and when I see a Bump of Significance coming up I pull in the clutch and hit it dead on... bike quits!? Started it back up, next BoS comes up, whammo! didn't quit... ok so it's not that consistent but I tried this 'trick' a few more times and it seemed to be quitting over bumps. I then took note that whilst riding down this crappy road and smooth as could be, the bike would buck only when I hit a little bump in the road. It didn't take much for it to cause the buckness, either. End of story.
So I'm thinking, it has to be a short of some kind. Just not sure where to start. Oh wait, yeah I do, PCIIIr... I hope it came half unplugged or something.
I'd tell you more about but a) You're probably sick of reading already b) I've spent all my time typing this message and haven't looked at it yet.
Fire away. I'll keep my computer next to me and the bike as I check out the Power Commander. Let me know your thoughts. Thanks.