This folks is just half of the wiring that came off his bike!

and those who know me, know I don't like dealing with electrical stuff

The T-stat, while not frozen open like most are found, was showing scrape marks on the barrel, from sticking.....why was it sticking you ask?
If you look closely, you'll see a big piece of black paint from the inside of the radiator pipe was jammed up against the plunger

His "Police" bike purchase turned out to be an ordinary civilian model, that some escort company probably used, abused, crashed, and then sold at auction like so many others.
Besides the trashed flange bearings, torn rear wheel O-ring(s), no moly paste on the rear splines, a frozen secondary master cylinder, enough air in the brake and clutch system to film a sea hunt video

worn out, oil soaked, front brake pads, misaligned forks, blown out fork seals, starter valve sync way off, counter balance adjuster several graduation marks off, enough dirt in the air filter to grow marijuana, loose spark plugs, damaged plug wire, loose ground wires, missing half its coolant, radiator pipes crushed and overtightened into an egg shape, paint through out the coolant system, and inside the pipes, damaged coolant hoses, loose clamps, throttle cable way out of adjustment, triple tree mounting hardware finger tight, front axle nut half way out (at least it wasn't missing) fork bushings completely worn out, one fork spring was upside down, and not seated on the cartridge properly, missing all kinds of fasteners, or stuff in the wrong place, battery connections were loose, trailer hitch wiring etc.
Yet this was just another example of the "bike in good running condition, needs nothing, ready to be ridden off into the sunset," sales pitch, auction bike.

The fun part of this whole adventure was the garage time together with Mike

Watching the look on his face as a scorpion crawled across my boot while working on the forks....or the bobcat that walked up my driveway, sat down, and started grooming itself, while watching us work...or the sound of my baby rattlesnake in my tool box that wanted to come out and visit, that Mike wanted nothing to do with

or the rain and hail less than half an hour later, only to open the garage door and find a couple inches of snow on the ground in the driveway

A day well spent, a new friend made, another ST rescued.
All in all, a typical day at OCD Enterprises.