Holding my breath

Stopped in at the shop yesterday afternoon to check on my scooter. I was nervous about going in. I didn't know what I was going to do if things were at a standstill. It wasn't even an eventuality that I wanted to prepare for.

The shop looked closed, but Greg tried the door anyway. As he did, the owner came down and unlocked the door and let us in. I ask how things are going, an he says that the mechanic working on my bike will be in on Tuesday and I should come in then.

Well, last time I was told to stop by on Tuesday, I got my ass handed to me. More info, please? Any idea how things are progressing?

"Well, talk to the mechanic, but it looks like we'll have you riding next week."

I ask for the VIN number so I can get my insurance switched over. We go in the garage and get that taken care of. In the meantime, Greg wanders around the shop and when we come out of the garage, he's standing next to a shiny silver small frame scooter.

"This one looks familiar". I go over, and see that it's a PK, they had at least one other kicking around so it doesn't hit me right away. Greg says, "This is your old one, isn't it?".

The owner says yes. It's been painted, new front fender, looks lovely with the exception of a long scratch along the top of the headlight casing. Ouch. I chuckle to myself, remembering that I'd just seen the old beat up version of my scooter about two weeks ago, and here it was shiny and clean. And I'd been told at the start of the spring that if I wanted to get my scooter painted it'd be out for the whole season. They managed to get it done in two weeks, and I still was out a ride for pretty well the whole season.

Doesn't matter, my new scooter is going to kick ass. I can't wait to hear it running for the first time.