The frightening ride home
26.07.2009
Very luckily, I find a motorcycle mechanic who is still open. Nut's Cycle Rehab, a one man show just around the corner, run by a guy named Justin, with huge ear piercings and sleeve tattoos on both arms. He was about to go home, but he sticks around to check out my bike. Turns out, I had zero oil left, because something is leaking under some panel somewhere. So, I was driving without it, the bike overheated, and blew one of the spark plugs. That's the long and short of it. Hence, I couldn't drive over 80 km/h anymore. He cleans out the carburator, which costs me $60. By the time that's done, it's about 10:30.
No matter how well this guy fixes the bike, I am still terrified of driving it, so I find a hotel not too far away, and go straight to bed. I call my mom because she had offered to literally drive me AND my bike home in a van tomorrow if things don't go well. The offer is still available, so I tell her goodnight and hope that nothing happens tomorrow.
Nut's Motorcycle Rehab in Cleveland
