The question of the day - how many men does it take to fix my moto? The answer - more than 16 today. Sigh.. my moto is such a blessing, yet also the bane of my existence. Ahem. Here is the story - and I am only counting the men that actually tried to fix it - not those who simply talked to me about it... that would be a very different number :-)
The day began as normal you know - get on the moto, go someplace :-) Well upon leaving my first someplace my moto completely cut off. Yay.
Method: 1 sits on the bike (in the sand) and 2 pushes. If we run really fast the bike has to start....
Method: Let’s talk about it. And tug and pull on all the wires. Let’s find a screwdriver. Hmm there isn’t one. Let’s tug and pull a little more. (Man 8 drives up) . He tugs and pulls - ahh the wire casing has melted.
Solution: Duck tape.
Ended: Moto starts, I drive away.... well down the street and around the corner anyway......
Now I am riding along the main road and the bike shuts off. Excellent.
Method: Pull on some of the wires again...
Ended: Me pushing my moto down the road.
Method: Try to convince me they are good mechanics and that they can take my moto
Method: This kind man was one of many guards at some large building - he offered to push it the rest of the way to my mechanics for me.
Ended: I was very grateful!!
Method: the mechanics... :-)
Ended..... Well I suppose you should read further blogs the for its updated end :-)