Story written by "Bonnie" (the motorcycle) 2009 Triumph Bonneville SE. On June 19, 2015, 12:00 pm, I was laden with weight and electrical problems. My Mom always pushes me to the limit. One summer she made me take her to the Panama Canal and back with an oil leak and old chain. I brought her back to safety despite my conditions.
On Friday June 19, she pushed me again by covering the rectifier with a tool bag blocking the air flow, WELL, that is what the mechanics gave her as the culprit to my injury. (Jajajaja, this is Madeleine now talking, Google images, guy friends and the web, said it was a good idea to carry tools there, LESSON LEARNED, don't block the rectifier from air flow)...... 100 miles down the road (on this morning), my heart (my battery) was dead as the rectifier is the one that controls the electrical flow to my veins. I was not going to give Mom the pleasure of jump starting me with the heavy cables she carries around in that dumb tool bag. My fruitful age of 70,000 miles/112,654 kilometers is taking a toll on me, all done while I've circumvented the US and Central America dragging her around.
Mom was now stuck with me at a service center in a major interstate. The over whelming love poured upon Mom and I with everyone trying to revive me. Defibrillators, blood pressure gauges, nothing would indicate that it was Mom's fault (with her infinite wisdom) of placing a tool bag covering the air flow to my rectifier that caused the injury. I decided that it was time to take a little rest and teach her a lesson SO I sat there in silence. Some crowded the scene with their curiosity factor offering only additional stress to Mom while she tried so desperately to revive me. The good Samaritan's provided hope and gifts until they departed. Mom still grieves that she was too frazzled and stressed (at the time) to ask them for their contact information to say thank you one more time for their efforts and gifts during my silence. She still weeps, she does not know who these wonderful people are, only hoping that they read this blog post and contact her. Good things come to those with big hearts filled with kindness to help someone in need, those people will be rewarded 10 fold with kindness from others.
The towing services offered little help as they could only remove me from a major interstate service station. The closest Triumph dealership was hundreds of miles away. I "Bonnie the motorcycle" have been a wonderful trusted reliable companion throughout my career. Being a specialized Triumph motorcycle has many rewards with my reliability, but when I get a little sick (well not sick, just Mom making dumb decisions causing near death harm to me) seeing the doctor is a bit more challenging.
The younger workers at the back of the towing company shop tried to jump start me and pushed with hopes to "pop the clutch" to revive me. Once again, I complained and said "NO", I stayed silent.
The younger workers at the back of the towing company shop tried to jump start me and pushed with hopes to "pop the clutch" to revive me. Once again, I complained and said "NO", I stayed silent.
The towing company shop closed, left Me (the motorcycle) and Mom in the back of the shop in an area that was very dangerous for a woman alone with her motorcycle. Mom and her infinite wisdom decided to push me, as heavy as I am with all those useless heavy tools she carries around. This time she actually made a good decision. She pushed me alone onto a public street where there was more visibility and in sight of the cameras posted on the side of the buildings. Cars passed, hours passed, the sun set, finally her brother and daughter showed up with Mom's truck and trailer to rescue us.
 I (motorcycle) felt a sight of relief as I was strapped to my trailer heading to the hospital. Mom's grief continues, as by then she had missed the event that she was sponsored by MOTORESS to participate during the scooter rally that evening. I taught her many lessons during our misfortune and perhaps you will not make the same mistakes as she did. The expensive replacement rectifier arrived and we are on the road again. I am my Mom's devoted partner (her motorcycle). I will carry her (with less tools this time) towards her one of many dream destinations, Alaska. She promises to be more vigilant of my needs this time. She and I (the motorcycle) will forever be gracious to the people that provided help to us on that day including Vicki and Meridee who provided moral support via the phone while Mom took care of me waiting to be rescued. This is Madeleine now talking to the wonderful Samaritan's that tried so hard to help me, you will always be in my heart - THANK YOU. |  |
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