So, with the bike done I took it out for it's maiden voyage. I cruised casually around the streets, then decided it was time to open it up. I dropped down onto the highway and just as I switched into the left lane and throttled down, the bike lost all power. I looked down to see if oil was spilling out or if there was something obvious. It all looked clean. Flagging my way through the traffic to the shoulder, I nervously came to a stop on the side of the road. This bike really was aptly named.
As I sat and waited for triple A to come get me, I remembered that when doing the wire up this last time, I had run out of 30 amp fuses and had used a 10 amp one instead. Apparently at 65 mph, my new stator puts out over 10 amps. Lesson learned, once home, I replaced the fuse and it started right back up. I guess I should start carrying a few extras.
Still grabbed a nice shot from the day thought: