So, I'm riding on our Parkway Sunday afternoon in a long line of impatient cagers and truckers who've just gotten going about 60-65 after the last light leaving town. My butt's already hurting and the wind is starting to push back on me so I figure, "Hey. Why don't I scooch back, put my feet on the rear pegs, and lean forward a bit?" A few seconds after I got up on the edge of the back seat I'm thinking, "This'll work.", when she suddenly shuts down on me!
I hit the reserve switch and that long line of tailgaters cozying up behind me looked pretty threatening while I eased over to the (practically non-existent) shoulder.
Among all the things going through my head at that time I'm convinced I'm gonna have a heck of a time figuring out what electrical connection I've knocked loose under the seat of my new-old bike, and why didn't it happen when my gal was on the back the day before?
Angrily kicked down the stand, got off and bent my head down to look at stuff-- I see it.
I'd kicked the ignition switch to "off"!