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My bet is a bad battery for both of you guys. But the only way to know is to buy a new battery. Good Luck.

I saw that bike last year at the National Motorcycle Museum in Iowa. Surprised that it is for sale. And if you guys haven't been there, you should go. It is an amazing place!

Try "Michigan Motorcycle Salvage" They have a website and had a 2005 RSTD they were parting out.

I took mine off a couple of years ago and woudn't dream of putting them back on. I think that the rotors look lots better than that flat piece of chrome. And I don't hear any noise using the front brakes. There might be a pic of mine in my pics, haven't looked. Just my opinion.

This reminds me of my favorite squirrel story. AND I hope you get rid of them. Neighborhood Hazard (or: Why the Cops Won’t Patrol Brice Street) I never dreamed slowly cruising through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Studies have shown that motorcycling requires more decisions per second, and more sheer data processing than nearly any other common activity or sport. The reactions and accurate decision making abilities needed have been likened to the reactions of fighter pilots! The consequences of bad decisions or poor situational awareness are pretty much the same for both groups too. Occasionally, as a rider I have caught myself starting to make bad or late decisions while riding. In flight training, my instructors called this being “behind the power curve”. It is a mark of experience that when this begins to happen, the rider recognizes the situation, and more importantly, does something about it. A short break, a meal, or even a gas stop can set things right again as it gives the brain a chance to catch up. Good, accurate, and timely decisions are essential when riding a motorcycle…at least if you want to remain among the living. In short, the brain needs to keep up with the machine. I had been banging around the roads of east Texas and as I headed back into Dallas, found myself in very heavy, high-speed traffic on the freeways. Normally, this is not a problem, I commute in these conditions daily, but suddenly I was nearly run down by a cage that decided it needed my lane more than I did. This is not normally a big deal either, as it happens around here often, but usually I can accurately predict which drivers are not paying attention and avoid them before we are even close. This one I missed seeing until it was nearly too late, and as I took evasive action I nearly broadsided another car that I was not even aware was there! Two bad decisions and insufficient situational awareness…all within seconds. I was behind the power curve. Time to get off the freeway. I hit the next exit, and as I was in an area I knew pretty well, headed through a few big residential neighborhoods as a new route home. As I turned onto the nearly empty streets I opened the visor on my full-face helmet to help get some air. I figured some slow riding through the quiet surface streets would give me time to relax, think, and regain that “edge” so frequently required when riding. Little did I suspect… As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it—it was that close. I hate to run over animals…and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact. Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels can take care of themselves! Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing the oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, “Banzai!” or maybe, “Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!” as the leap was spectacular and he flew over the windshield and impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly he set upon me. If I did not know better I would have sworn he brought twenty of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light t-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage! Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather gloves puttering maybe 25mph down a quiet residential street…and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing. I grabbed for him with my left hand and managed to snag his tail. With all my strength I flung the evil rodent off the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary pissed-off squirrel. This was an evil attack squirrel of death! Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands, and with the force of the throw swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact he landed square on my back and resumed his rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared as the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in…well…I just plain screamed. Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel torn t-shirt, and only one leather glove roaring at maybe 70mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street…on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder. With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody’s tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle…my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little affect against the massive power of the big cruiser. About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is a Scottish attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got IN my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed partway and he began hissing in my face I am quite sure my screaming changed tone and intensity. It seemed to have little affect on the squirrel however. The rpm’s on The Dragon maxed out (I was not concerned about shifting at the moment) and her front end started to drop. Now picture the large man on the huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very ragged torn t-shirt, and wearing one leather glove, roaring at probably 80mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel’s tail sticking out his mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse. Finally I got the upper hand…I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked…sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of, so to speak. Picture the scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork. Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn t-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing one leather glove, moving at probably 80mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car. I heard screams. They weren't mine... I managed to get the big motorcycle under directional control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign at a busy cross street. I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really. But for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. One of them was on his back in the front yard of the house they had been parked in front of and was rapidly crabbing backwards away from the patrol car. The other was standing in the street and was training a riot shotgun on the police cruiser. So the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to “let the professionals handle it” anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I swear I could see the squirrel, standing in the back window of the patrol car among shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery, and shaking his little fist at me. I think he was shooting me the finger… That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car… I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made an easy right turn, and sedately left the neighborhood. As for my easy and slow drive home? Screw it. Faced with a choice of 80mph cars and inattentive drivers, or the evil, demonic, attack squirrel of death...I’ll take my chances with the freeway. Every time. And I’ll buy myself a new pair of gloves. Steve

Whatever you want to do ---Your're retired

And he does not follow instructions well. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree does it Jeff? Glad to hear that he is coming home. Steve

Looks great! Whatever that stuff is, pull it out and throw it in the trash. Spare parts, and you don't need it.

I have 05 RK slip ons, and I'll tell you, it's not the catalytic converter. The converter looks like a bees honeycomb, and is 3 1/2" long. Must be packing.

16 yrs old, my cousins 500cc BSA (Yogi Bear Special) Then, again at 16 his 1963 Triumph Bonneville Then at 17 my own 1965 Triumph Bonneville Steve

If I'm not mistaken, he is with his first wife. Hope to see him again this summer for sure. Steve

What first caught my attention about this thread was the tread depth. I LIKE WWW, so when I had a choice of a rear or front HD WWW, I chose the rear to put on the front, partially because it had a wider WW and because it had a deeper tread depth. (heavier also) But now that I have 24M on it, it is cupped and the next one going on the front will be a front HD WW. I'm thinking that the lighter tire would be better. (BTW, they are both the same size) Now, as far as Goose and Skydock goes, they are the two people that I have the utmost respect for as far as technical advice goes, and when either one speaks, I LISTEN! We might not agree on how my bike is set up, but that is beside the point. A big thank you to you both and I sure do hope you both keep posting your knowledge for us. Steve

YUP, you got it Don. Steve

I tried doing a chat room once on a different forum and felt like I couldn't keep up with the typing

This one will bite the dust too. What we need are threads where only the folks who agree should reply. JMHO

I have the same mount for my 765T as Wes, and also had the same one for my tom tom. I also have the waterproof case, except the case is in a drawer. didn't like it at all. If it starts to rain, it takes about a second to pop it off the mount and put it in my pocket. No big deal at all. I have my ear buds plugged into it, via an extension cord to under the seat, so if it did break, (the mount) which I doubt, it's going nowhere. Steve

In Wisconsin, vehicle registration is $84 due on the day you first registered them each year. That is for my car and my pickup, each. Motorcycles are $24 for two years, due in April. No license fees for small trailers. So, my total for the year for two vehicles and two motorcycles would be $192.00 Steve

Goose, I hope you had a great birthday. We need all we can get. I have to say that when it comes to tech info, when you speak, I LISTEN. Thanks, Steve

Good videos, I ice fish at least 3 days a week once there is ice. In fact me and a few friends are heading over to the Mississippi river to go ice fishing at the crack of dawn tomorrow am on some backwaters. Normally, I just fish around here. I wait all summer for this. Steve

I will have to relearn to go into the house every time I need to make water. I live in town and have no problem making water, but you just have to make your yard-- WATER PROOF There are some advantages of living town, and you will find these very handy--Stores are CLOSE, etc. Good luck, Steve

Well, there all good at taking our money, but I have AAA gold, which is there premium one that covers all of the motor vehicles, including motorcycles. I haven't used it yet for my bike, but the cost is $82 annually. I've used it for all kinds of things including towing, locked out, out of gas, dead battery, and if I'm lucky, I won't need it for my bike, but if I do, I've got it. I don't know the details of the motorcycle coverage without looking it up. But I think it covers running out of gas, taking the bike to the nearest dealer, or place of your choice if you have a roadside problem. I think 100 miles. Steve

The bike will make it far better than the HD's. Don't even hesitate to go. And have a GREAT trip! Steve

That is great news Fuzzy. Here in Wisconsin you have to prove that you are disabled, or be 65 yrs of age. I'm there and am thinking about a crossbow. I've bowhunted for years, but not in recent times. Maybe next year with a crossbow? Steve

Jeff, Just take the route that I told you about and don't worry about it, you'll be fine. hwy#355 is the second skirt around the city. And according the the mapping that I use, it's only a little over 6 1/2 hours to Don's from your place. Hope that you make it. Now get at that list of yours. Steve

Jeff, Real sorry to hear that your little girl has injured herself and is in surgery. We always hate to have our kids in pain, but like you said, she is in good shape and young and resilient. I hope is all goes well for her today. My thoughts will be with her. Steve