My poor coworkers.

It finally occurred to my limited brain that I work for a company that produces an electronic device. I just spent 15 minutes in my coworker’s office, picking his brain about batteries. I’m sure that Joe wonders why I was harassing him about multimeters and regulators and the difference between generators and alternators….but in the end, he told me to use the DCA setting for checking battery current. So now I know how to use my multimeter. Hooray.

Man. There’s nothing like an electrical problem to make me flail around in a perpetual state of anxiety. I just want to understand. I don’t want to just go buy a new battery and then sit around with my thumb up my ass waiting to see if that one fails, too. I especially don’t want to do this with a three-week trip looming in just over three months.

I want to know what’s failing. I want to know why it’s failing. Is it just a bad battery? Is it undercharging? Is there a broken plate? Is the bike causing the problem — too many accessories? A failing regulator?

That’s too many questions. Questions make me uncomfortable. Must solve. I’m definitely a “fix now” kind of person. I don’t like being in limbo, flailing around and stabbing in the dark for solutions.

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