I used my car and cables to jump it, and rode on my merry way.
40 miles later at a stoplight, I stall. No juice. And this time, no car and no cables.
I wave down somebody who looks like they might be kind, and it turns out they were. Guy didn't have any cables, but he goes to a toolbox in his truck and pulls out a spool of 14-gauge copper wire. Connects the batteries and lickity split I'm running again. He said his jump cables got stolen too many times and once someone showed him the copper wire trick he just keeps a spool in every vehicle.
So I went home, picked up a spool, and cut a few 6-foot lengths off and put ?em in my forkbag.
Today my smoking hot wife and I went out to a place called ?Peddler?s Village?, 40 miles away. A bunch of shops, a few eateries, recommended by some biker friends as a nice destination.
Well we find this cast iron dog that my wife has been wanting for a while, so we buy it. I assure my wife I can secure it for the ride home.
And using those two 6-foot lengths of copper wire that are in my forkbag, I wire the package to the sissybar.
Perfect.


and of course, the dog



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