Updates: 20-Sept-05
I installed heated grips and a power socket on my bike a couple days before my last trip. The very first time I flipped on the grips, while riding down the road, the system shorted out and blew the fuse. Lucky for me, Napa is only 3 blocks up the road from my normal freeway insert point. 30 minutes later, I unloaded everything, replaced the blown fuse, disconnected my newly installed toys, reloaded my bike and was ready to restart my journey.
Tonight, I rewired the power socket to run straight off the battery and insulated all of the connections. I think the toggle switch from the heated grips was grounding out against the power socket behind the panel. I put the two devices closer than I had originally intended, then I twisted the switch block for an easier reach. Therein lies the problem… possibly.
Everything now works.
I altered the fuel injection mapping tonight as well. I have had problems with a flat spot around 3000 – 3800 RPM. Taking Tony’s advice, I boosted the numbers by 2 for the 3000 and 3500 RPM settings. I noticed a difference as soon as I hit the interstate to come home. I can now put my bike in 6th while doing 60 without the motor struggling or surging.
As usual, I rode Skyline tonight. At 01:20, there wasn’t a soul out. I had the entire road to myself for over 30 twisting miles. Dragging my toes as I corner… I saw two cars while waiting for the light to turn on Evergreen. That was it, for the entire distance between the last light leaving downtown Portland to the light at Evergreen, couple miles from my home. Nice. This is when I really noticed the new fuel mapping. I didn’t have to shift very often as I flipped through the empty corners. I think I need to bump up the 3000 RPM map another point, but that’s about it.
A final note: I have survived yet another year. I never would have guessed when I was 20 that I would have lived this long. But I am still here: pissing off people through action, inaction, and words; writing my code; and generally riding like a maniac. Thank you for those that remembered and fed me dinner at the Mexican joint of my choosing. 
