You know, if you put the aux cable in to release the seat, some one (like me ) is going to come over and steal your battery, ohh wait, that's bad too isn't it....

Well, I rode out to the dealership. (Notice I didn't call them the stealership.)

The place is about thirty-four miles away, since I live in The Sticks. During last night's ordeal, in prying and pulling, I accidentally pulled the oil vent tube. At about the thirty-mile point, I stopped at a traffic light, and was engulfed in smoke. What the heck? When I pulled in to the dealership, my bike was puking oil all over the place. It looked like I lost about half a quart. All over the pipes, all over the right-hand saddlebag, all over the engine. Surprisingly, it wasn't all over ME!

The guy I'd spoken to on the phone earlier, came out and took a look at it, and I took the bolt out of the rear fender that held the seat on, and then we both fiddled with the seat, trying to get it off.

Then he decided to go look at one of the new Roadies and took the seat off, examined the mechanism, and then we went back out. He turned the key to "Open," and voila!! The seat came right off.

We looked at the battery terminals and I guess the vibration had loosened the screws, but that was the reason for my power issues. They were barely hand-tight. Cripes.

I checked the oil and I hadn't lost much. The dipstick still read "Full."

After that, he came out with a big canister of cleaner and a huge wad of towels and we sat there and cleaned up all the oil that had splashed all over my bike. When it was all done and the bike was back together, I thanked him profusely and said, "What do I owe you?" He shrugged and said, "Eh... Just buy me a Dr. Pepper and we'll call it even."

So... For one dollar plus maybe $10 in gas and a couple hours of riding, all of my issues were sorted out in one fell swoop.

He gave me the phone number and e-mail of the owner of the dealership and said that all they ever hear is people griping about one thing or another, and if I wouldn't mind relating my experience, that it would mean a lot to him. So... Now that I've made my report here, I'm off to write a nice e-mail to Sloan's Motorcycle of Murfreesboro, TN, thanking Brad Burnham for his outstanding service and kindness.

So, I'm confused, weren't you turning the key to "Open" before?

Great to here evrything was OK in the end.

slyguy wrote:
So, I'm confused, weren't you turning the key to "Open" before?

Ohh my god, I am crying here from laughter, this is really worth the high price of admission I pay to be apart of this group. I could almost see you pulling up in a cloud of smoke, battery dead, seat won't come off

Then the guy turns the key to the "pop off the seat" detente and it comes off

And you have to be making Murfreesboro, TN up. Thats not even a real place it is??

I am glad everything turned out good for you!!

slyguy wrote:
So, I'm confused, weren't you turning the key to "Open" before?

YES! I honestly have no clue why it worked. I tried turning it on, then to open. Then to lock, then to open. Then to on, pushing in, and turning to open. I tried every danged combination possible... All I can chalk it up to is engine gremlins.


Edit: And yes, Murfreesboro is a real place, as is Cracker's Neck and Buck Snort. (Ditto for Wartrace, which I usually call, "Wart Race."

Yeah, weren't you turning it to the left without pushing down??? I think I would have tried it like another 10 times while there to make sure it was doing what it should. And then another 10 to make sure I was doing what I should

Well, just laugh it up! LOL! It actually is pretty funny. He tried the same things I tried and couldn't get the seat off, either. Hrmph... What was hilarious, is that my bike just started vomiting oil all over the place. Someone walked by, looking, and I said, "I know, right? It's not even a Harley!"

All that oil must have freed up the latch


I had to say it man, I'm glad it worked out, but funny as

Frank_W wrote:
Well, just laugh it up! LOL! It actually is pretty funny. He tried the same things I tried and couldn't get the seat off, either. Hrmph... What was hilarious, is that my bike just started vomiting oil all over the place. Someone walked by, looking, and I said, "I know, right? It's not even a Harley!"

My wife thinks I'm out of my mind, Sitting here at the computer laughing like an idiot, she came over and read your last post and started laughing too

I got to go to the garage and hug my chicken.

Be back later..