Singing in the Rain

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Apparently we're in for some hot storm action happening. Since I'm no longer living with a hobby meteorologist, I'm a little out of the loop. I only know this because a bunch of my afternoon meetings got cancelled due to Inclement Weather.

I'll be walking home in the Inclement Weather. Awesome.

A nice boy from Sound Speed Scooters came and took away the Stella. He had to bring a trailer and load her up -- strapped her in with all these nylon buckles. She looked so sad and impotent, about to be hauled to Fremont. I tried not to cry. For the thousandth time this month, I endured a monologue beginning with, "These are usually rock solid bikes..." and ending with, "we'll get her fixed up for you." I'm not holding my breath.

I don't know if they're going to fix her up. He's performing an autopsy today. I asked him to check the whole thing, not just the part that was presently broken, on account of my lame experience at Ducati. He told me those guys only work on scooters cause they have to, not because they want to or because they're particularly good at it. I only used them because that's where I bought the lemon, and I didn't intend on paying to make lemonade.

My shiny new mechanic eyed my exhaust pipe and said I needed to modify it because they ship from the factory severely dumbed down to comply with government regulations, and if you put in a real pipe, the power doubles or something like that. Voids the warrantee -- IF you have one -- so we're good to go. I asked him if it was legal and he smiled so I said, "Let me rephrase the question -- could you do that for me?" Definitely, he said.

At best I want to get the scooter up and running so I can sell it. I'm so wary of what could go wrong at this point. Though you could look at it another way -- what else could possibly go wrong? Everything on it has now been replaced -- even the tires.

Secretly, I want to believe. I want him to call me and say, "OH MY GOD. We totally figured it all out and we can fix it for you -- for like $50." So my faith could be restored. Because a 40 minute walk home in this impending Inclement Weather is not looking fun.

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