My Odyssey battery from G-man Industries arrived on Wednesday. What a difference twice the amps makes! I barely have to brush my finger on the starter, and the bike roars to life. Rode around SF a bit, picking up groceries and some art supplies for Kathy without a bit of trouble. A milk crate bungee-corded to the back of the bike may not look great, but it does hold a weeks worth of goodies. The dozen eggs made it home safe and sound....

After a closer look in the sunshine and another jump start, it appears that there really weren't any problems with the bike. The brakes were a bit sticky from not having ridden for a few days, but otherwise it looks great. I rode for a bit today, and while I'm pretty sure it needs another battery (simply not enough juice in this one to start cold after a week of not riding) I didn't notice any problems. I think I will purchase another battery, and see if I can't get another few months out of her.

Almost three weeks ago, I came back home to find my bike on its side. Underneath was a note that said "Sorry, and call me if there's any trouble." I took a look around the bike, and the only thing cosmetically damaged was the right rear turn signal, which the driver was kind enough to pay for. Thanks to a dead battery, and some broken spark plugs, I didn't try to ride the bike until yesterday, when Joel came by to give her a jump. He took the Wing around the block, came back, and announced that the front was all out of whack. It looks like the left front caliper was hit hard enough to knock it into the disc, and the fall probably tweaked the handlebars. I called the woman who hit the bike and explained the situation, and asked her to let me know if there was anything she could do within the next day or so. If she agrees to pay for the repair, I'll take her in, otherwise this little Goldwing experience will come to a close.