Just stepped off the roller-coaster!I hate roller-coasters!
Yesterday, when I realized that I'd left the ignition key 'on' for three days, my stomach sank.
This morning, when I went down to check the gauge in the trickle charger, my stomach soared.
Then, when I turned the key 'on' (after disconnecting the trickle charger) and noticed a digital "12" where the clock should be, my stomach sank again.
After furiously flipping through the pages of the owner's manual and the service manual in search of a table explaining the numbers - and finding none - I searched the archives here and found this:
https://www.fjrforum.com/forum//index.php/topic/9612-diagnostic-codes/?p=117762
Hope, and a soaring stomach!
After reading that '12' means a problem with the crankshaft position sensor - and that the bike would not start in this condition - my stomach sank.
Hoping against hope, I wondered if the error code could be... an error?
So I went down and, despite the deafening roar of the butterflies flapping in my stomach, turned the key and hit the starter button.
It's amazing how many thoughts can go through the brain (yeah, let's call it a brain despite the evidence) in the millisecond between the sense that the thumb has made contact with the button, and the sense that said thumb has exerted force on said button.
What will happen?
*nothing? Because the error code interrupts the electrical circuit?
*a cranking engine which won't fire?
*and if it cranks but won't fire, will the battery - which was recently on life support - finally give up the ghost?
*if it doesn't start, what manner of copious financial offerings must be made to the Yama-gods?
The brief sound of a spinning starter was followed by the sound that brings joy to our hearts and tears to our eyes: the harmonious music of four cylinders and the sweet sound of the exhaust reverberating ... in a closed garage.
My stomach soared!
My brain (yeah, we're still calling it that) suggested that it might be prudent to either open the garage door, or turn the key 'off'.
I chose the latter since failure to do so on Monday afternoon is what brought us to this mess in the first place.
I walked - nay, floated - upstairs and made a cup of espresso.
As I sat at the desk, enjoying the aroma and flavor, my eyes fell on a bold-face block of text on page 3-5 of the owner's manual:
"CAUTION: If the clock indicates an error code, the motorcycle should be checked as soon as possible in order to avoid engine damage."
My stomach sank.
Then my wandering eyes caught a sentence on page 1-32 of the service manual:
"The clock reverts to showing the time after the error has been corrected."
At this point, my brain (?) can't figure out if my stomach will feel better after breakfast....