Yesterday, I started my bike to make sure that the battery was still holding a charge.  I haven't ridden it in a while due to being busy (my commute is like 1/3 of a mile, so it's a waste), so I was worried.  It took a few cranks, but it started and ran well.  Fast forward to tonight.  I got on it to actually ride it before putting it in the truck to take to my dad's (for the California trip) and it's dead.  Nothing.  Apparently, I turned the parking light on, and killed it...after making sure it was charged enough. 

The battery was so dead that it wouldn't do much more than idle after bump starting, so I'm now the proud owner of a new battery charger.  The battery measured 5 volts.  I hope I didn't kill it. 

You killed it.

killed it with fire.

 

Well, I can NEVER remember to turn the tank petcock back on...  Does that make you feel any better?

Not really, but what does make me feel better is that after a couple attempts at charging and the charger saying that my battery has an internal short (due to the amount of discharge), it finally charge back up, and still works.

And then, I discovered that at my new place, I don't need the engine to get the bike up the ramps, since I now live on a hill.  D'oh!  I'm hours and hours behind schedule because I couldn't start the bike, and I didn't even need to start the bike. 

with 30 plus years of riding i came rolling into a group one time a few years back, i was so busy yapping up a storm i forgot to put the stand down

Shortly after buying my first bike ever (a 97 GS500), I decided to ride cross-state to a friend's house.  When I was nearly there, the bike stalled and died  .  I spent the entire day getting my friend to truck it the rest of the way to his house.  I missed a day of work, and instead spent it scratching my head, wondering what had gone wrong with my beautiful 'new' bike....

... then I realized that I was out of gas 

How is that for stoopid?