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Hello, I am a dual firing coil. I fire both plugs at the same time becaue I'm stupid. I have a sybling who fires each plug independtly and nobody can notice the difference.
However, I wish to bury the hatchet, and push rod, with you.
Two weeks ago I met a scrawny old guy in Lancaster, CA (wretched place). He was made out of beef jerky, oil and denim.
He rolled up to the Chevron on an old black knuckle-head chopper, suicide shifter and all. Flat black, primer and a bit of a 'rat-bike'.
He held the door open for me. I asked him where he was heading and he said "Pismo Beach, It's too damned hot here!" we chuckled and I wished him well on his ride.
As he was filling up, I started worrying about the old boy--like if he broke down on that old ride out there. Then I spotted his tool roll and assorted parts....
At that moment, I 'got it': The ol' boy would fix the old bike on the side of the road like he always has. It was a part of the adventure. Total self-sufficiency.
So, I hope some of that spirit lives on amidst the accountants and lawyers trailering their Road Kings to Sturgis.
Hell, my new bike doesn't start up so much as boot up--and I dearly love it.
For my own part, I can't bust on Harley riders after that. Well, maybe some of them... ;)