Once experienced you never forget the sound of the short and smell of plastic melting .. on the way home from the auto sparkies. Old British bikes you gota love'em
I fondly remember being up Long Creek Road about 2am on my 69 Trophy wriggling the wires at the back of the headlight. Stoned and a bit drunk, no headlight was the final straw. Did get it to work a bit now and then. Enough to get home to Grevillia.
My un-f#ckin-fondest memory is just picking the bike up from the 'alleged' auto electrician .. pulled up outside the a mates place and ..... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz .. then smoke billowing from under the seat .. steel seat bases