I met the Prince of Darkness last night! QuarterWit and I spent a great day out cruising the roads north of Yea, testing out my SR500 with the new (used) engine. In the morning, just near Flowerdale, we pulled to a halt on the road as Skippy decided to jump in front of us (the car coming the other way, driving along with no attention to the side of the road, almost collected him!). Then south of Strath Creek at dusk I got on the brakes and waved energetically at QuarterWit, who wondered why I was so anxious to point out the fire over in the paddock until, as we accelerated again, three cows dashed in behind me and in front of him, forcing him to an anxiously quick stop! So we took it easy on to Broadford then down the Old Hume Road. Cruising at about 80kph rather than 100. Then, as I came round a corner leading â€“ it was about 7pm and pitch black save for the re-assuring glow of my headlight â€“ all assurances gave out as the headlight did so too, and I was plunged into the said pitch blackness! Suffice to say it was a invigorating experience decelerating in the dark, knowing any moment an unsuspecting other would be coming round the corner behind, hoping I could calculate that spot where the road sided, without going over it into whatever lay beyond in the dark night. It was like a big metaphor for something deep in me which I deperately avoid acknowledgingâ€¦. Anyway, here we are in the heart of darkness. Fortuatley I carry a home-assembled tool kit. First came out the wind-up torch. Then the screw driver kit â€“ I reckoned this was a fault of the switches â€“ and a decent knife which has all sorts of uses, in this case wire-cutting. We couldnâ€™t fix the problem, my attempts at which were complicated by my fitting of a capacitor in replacement for a battery, which necessitated starting â€“ rather kick-starting â€“ the bike each time in order to test each attempt and again stare into the dark. So we decided that it would be easier to just pack everything up and make for Wandong. QuarterWit was riding my GR650. It has a bicycle speedo with no light, so like a blind man piggybacking a sighted cripple, he headed things up in the right tyre track, while I hugged him close behind from the left tyre track, and we attempted a speed which was as slowly safe as possible while being fast enough regarding rear-coming traffic. Anyway, we got to Wandong and a servo, ate chocolate, I inspected the headlight and its wires, then the wires in the switchblock, then cut the theoretically connecting ones, making â€˜lights onâ€™ and â€˜low beamâ€™, kicked the bike over, the headlight came on, and with low-beam working and QuartWit leading on high-beam and no speedo, we did our blind-cripple piggyback back to Melbourne. I blew the tyre tube two-up on the freeway a couple of weeks back. Now Iâ€™m just waiting for number three!