Today I was trying, and failing, to wire up a new kill switch on my ’78 Honda CB400. I spent close to an hour on it, before I realized that I just might be the dumbest person on the planet right now.
Installing this kill switch is part of a larger project. I’m installing a new speedo, ignition switch and this kill switch from Dime City Cycles.
I’m also shortening my cables. I installed eurobars on the bike last year and now my cables are too long. I’m doing the throttle cables because I’m working on that side of controls. I’m also putting in a new throttle assembly, since I don’t need the kill switch or the starter button on the old throttle.
So the carbs are out and I’m trying to wire up this kill switch. It has three wires: red, black and white. My bike has two wires. Not a big deal right, flipping the kill switch from run, completes a circuit that shuts the bike off. How hard can it be?
So I’m hooking up wires and popping the ignition on my new automotive style ignition – that’s why I don’t need the old starter button. Nope, that’s not right, the bike still turns over. I do this for like 45 minutes. I’m scratching my head and scratching my head. I finally just sit down with a beer and I’m thinking about that switch and how stupid I am that I can’t wire it up correctly. And then it hit me. The kill switch kills the bike, it doesn’t prevent it from turning over you dumbass.
I don’t know if that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, because I’ve done some stupid shit in my life, but that was a total palm to forehead moment.