Electrickery
Sunday, March 22nd, 2009This was going to be the weekend I took the Z750 in for it’s MOT and got ready to ride again. The Kawasaki had other plans though. Running through the lights to make sure they all worked, and my previous temporary repair to the high beam/low beam switch gave up. The screw replacing the original thumb push just broke out of the internal switchgear. So no high beam.
Luckily when Big Al got his Z750 he replaced both handlebar switch controls, so there was a spare in the garage. The problem was the wires had been cut (not by Al I hasten to add) so the loom would need connecting in some way. I decided that soldering was the best course of action.
I removed the left hand control switches and cut back the wiring to a point I could access easily, and that had a previous taped repair anyway. I then mounted the “new “ set of control switches, and put the cable through to cut to match the existing bit. So far so good.
Out came the trusty soldering iron, and solder. The first wire was matched to its new partner, and both were tinned and then held together and the iron applied to melt the solder together. Success. Cover the exposed wires and on to the next. The second one also went well. It’s after that things become difficult.
The 2 previously soldered wires now have a tendency to push the others away from each other so twisting and bending becomes the only choice. 3rd and 4th wires done, the 5th wire becomes difficult to position, solder and hold all with just two hands. If you ever want to learn new swear words and new and innovative sentences containing swear words, just turn up when someone is in this predicament. The burnt fingertips and many badly soldered joints which have to be redone are not good for the nerves.
By wire number 7 the whole world seems to have turned against you, and everything nearby is in danger of a kick or getting thrown if it gets in the way. Add some wind cooling the solder rapidly and things get real ugly.
Anyway in the end all 8 wires are soldered, 4 fingertips are burnt and none of the neighbours will let their kids anywhere near in case they pick up some bad words. But joy of joys it all works and now all is right with the world once more. Peace is restored to the Sabbath.
So next time it’s the MOT test. Be afraid…..


