After finishing the last post, I gathered my tools and my courage and went out to do battle with the trunk on the Goldwing.
As with most projects, it wasn't as bad as my mind predicted it would be. I got to practice my cussing, and I barked some skin off of my hand, but the turn indicators work now. A dirty connector and a loose connector, and switching pigtails on the turn indicator relay and the hazard warning relay, and both systems work. Hopefully it is fixed for the next ten years, or until I trade the bike for a new one.
I don't blog about motorcycling much, because I think it is natural as breathing, and just as noteworthy. I don't join motorcycle organizations because that requires commitment, and the only commitment I want is the freedom to ride. The one club I support it the Iron Butt Association. My rides with them have been wondrfully peaceful. In the IBA, you ride by yourself.
I am one of the World's Toughest Riders.