If you work in corporate America and have been to a trade show – you’ve probably come home with more stress balls and pens than you know what to do with. Well, looky-looky… finally some take home junk that’s useful: a small solar, USB battery.
Since I don’t have an auxiliary juice plug on the Bonnie, I’m hoping that if I need it, this little battery will do the trick. Realistically speaking, the most top-off charging I ever do is for my phone or maybe my Sena headset. I don’t need much.
I have yet to deplete my phone battery down to zero and charge it to 100%, so I’m not definitively sure how long that would take or how many full charges this battery would give my phone. I’m guessing one full charge. Looking around the web at similarly-sized batteries, they say about 2 hours from flat to full for an iPhone. All in all, this just seems like a nice little just in case that doesn’t take up any extra room.
I’ve been leaving the battery in my tankbag window. I’ve also secured a ring on the back of it and clipped it to my tailbag. That wouldn’t work out so well if it were raining but in the dry? Seems okay. Even partially blocked, it’s still picking up rays. The battery’s indicator lights say it is staying fully powered.
Best of all? It was free. If it doesn’t work out, I won’t feel bad about tossing it.
Between this and the super little LED flashlight, I’d say the trade show swags buyers are stepping up their game.
As a banana on the go, I couldn’t be more tickled pink!
After all these years, I can finally carry my bananas safely. Merry Christmas, indeed.
Sometimes when I’m beside my bike pushing it or moving it or something like that, my super fembot boob-plates… honk the horn.
And on that bombshell, have a good Friday, y’all! :beep:beep: 😆
If you’ve been eyeing a SPOT Gen 3 satellite tracker, they’re currently on sale at 50% off. Not too shabby! Maybe this is the push you’ve been waiting for 🙂
I have no affiliation, just passing along the info. I’ve been happy with mine and hope you would be too.
Two weeks ago, my little Husky got some much needed lovin’ thanks to my one man pit crew. It’s really a nice service, you should try it. All you have to do is marry some dude that loves motorcycles too and stuff just shows up in the garage. He’s like the Tooth Fairy but for motorcycles. (And will also probably smother me with a pillow for calling him a fairy.)
New beefy hoops replaced the old shagged out knobblies.
And… TA DA! I have a new seat. Now to the untrained eye this seat probably looks just like the old seat. But, this seat is a magic seat. It is full of kittens and rainbows and doesn’t cut into your bum the way the stocker did. The result? Your ass is not on fire after 50 miles.
Aside from making a world of difference comfort-wise this little number has bought me about 3/4 of an inch in height. When you’re barely able to touch the ground with both feet at the same time, that’s huge.
Though my wee Husky is already lowered an inch with a Koubalink, generally speaking I kind of have to shift one foot to the other for solid footing. But I’ve found that I don’t have to shift quite as much now. I can get my toes on the ground with one foot and kinda tippy toe with the other for stability. Size matters!