you pulled the battery and the buzz is still there? Or you disconnected the fuel pump and the buzz is still there?

 

Try opening the gas cap, see if that makes it stop.

If that doesn't solve it, then buy one of these:
http://www.spyassociates.com/pro-extreme-bug-detection-kit-p-1241.html ;D

 

If there is coolant in the motor, there is a coolant line near the area you're talking about.. if there is a pin hole leak or an air bubble, sometimes the escaping pressure will give very long duration buzzing noises. It doesn't even require the engine to be hot, it only takes a moderate change in barometric pressure.

Try pulling off the rad cap, if it stops... you might have a pin hole in a gasket or hose.

if you system isn't assembled that far... ummm... EMP your bike?

 

Yeah. I pulled the battery.

Being that it goes off like clockwork I'm thinking it's a annoya-thingy. Can't find the thing. I'm going to feel pretty stupid when I do though.

 

Haha, that's a riot! I would so open a can of Whoopee Cushion on their ass! ;D

 

Underneath the rear cylinder PAIR block off plate..........

*******s.

 

Not quite as good as the testimonial on their site but "I was on the SV board trying to troubleshoot the beeping" might be worth sending them for a free annoy a tron lol

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Dear friends at thinkgeek.com,

I recently acquired the "Annoy-A-Tron" from your web site. Actually, I acquired two, thinking that perhaps two devices might be necessary to truly splinter the minds of my friends and co-workers. How woefully did I underestimate this powerful tool.

I have watched this simple device transform an (until-now) mild-mannered colleague into a spitting, cussing, paranoid lunatic.

He has ordered all of the staff he supervises (not a small number) to locate the source of the dread beeping before doing anything else (but since they are in on the prank, they haven't been much help). So he waits, white-knuckles gripping the edge of his desk, anticipating the next beep.

He has set a timer on his computer to track the duration between beeps. It hasn't been much help.

My favorite quote so far, nearly bursting that vein on his temple as he shouted it: "That beep has been F***ING with me for HOURS now."

He has called the facilities department to schedule a maintenance worker to investigate.

He speculates that "they" might be doing air-quality testing in the building. This beep must be some device in the ducts detecting dangerous levels of asbestos in the air. Or worse. Radon? Aerosolized mercury? Legionella spores?

The beep means something. What does the beep mean? Is it a warning? It sounds urgent, doesn't it? It's telling us to do something. But what? Replace a battery? Call the authorities? Evacuate the premises? Scrub ourselves with disinfectant and put on haz-mat suits and call our families to give them our tearful goodbyes?

I imagine that soon he will begin to take things apart. He will methodically dismantle all of the electrical devices in his office, creating an unusually precise metaphor for what is happening in his psyche.

I am reminded what a thin and fragile thread keeps us attached to sanity. Today, this tiny little device helped me break a co-worker's mind, and I thank you for the sinfully pleasurable schadenfreude.

My best to you,
John
Seattle, WA