BayAreaCelt
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I mean, self inflicted this, technically but..
Reaching out to turn down the overly toasty seat and heated grips, my un-tactile goretex gloves decided to brush against the engine kill switch, which is handily located right in front of said heating controls. Gloves give zero tactility and feedback, at least, thicker goretex ones.
Helpfully, this then proceed to kill my f**king engine completely at 70mph while I was going through the narrow Caldecott tunnel at peak rush hour this morning. THANKS BMW FOR NEARLY UNALIVING ME.
Hazards on, coast to the side, brake in (as there is no other easy quick way to switch on when coming to a stop) and wait precariously with cars inches from my left leg.
Ah the joys, of Stevie Wonder designed motorcycle interfaces. FML. Never tell the missus this. 15 minutes of waiting to accelerate up to speed into a slight gap, heart pounding as the rush hour intensifies.
Bear in mind, CA or at least North California commuters drive like... insert colourful metaphor of your choice. Fun, it was not.
Reaching out to turn down the overly toasty seat and heated grips, my un-tactile goretex gloves decided to brush against the engine kill switch, which is handily located right in front of said heating controls. Gloves give zero tactility and feedback, at least, thicker goretex ones.
Helpfully, this then proceed to kill my f**king engine completely at 70mph while I was going through the narrow Caldecott tunnel at peak rush hour this morning. THANKS BMW FOR NEARLY UNALIVING ME.
Hazards on, coast to the side, brake in (as there is no other easy quick way to switch on when coming to a stop) and wait precariously with cars inches from my left leg.
Ah the joys, of Stevie Wonder designed motorcycle interfaces. FML. Never tell the missus this. 15 minutes of waiting to accelerate up to speed into a slight gap, heart pounding as the rush hour intensifies.
Bear in mind, CA or at least North California commuters drive like... insert colourful metaphor of your choice. Fun, it was not.