Guess what I don't have?

Go on... guess.

You'll never imagine.

Ok, I'll tell you.

My scooter. I don't have my scooter.

I saw it, gutted. I showed up at the shop, and one of the mechanics was there. He asked if the owner had called me.

Um. Nope.

"So you haven't heard the latest excuse."

Shit.

"The engine the other mechanic was building for your scooter is done. It's just in that scooter over there."

I see.

"There was an emergency job, this scooter has to be out in BC this weekend for the CBC, there's a contract..." (aren't they on strike?)

Uh huh. My head is exploding. I'm not going to shoot the messenger, it's obviously not his fault. But to say I'm pissed is an understatement. What about me? What about the fact that I've been waiting a long fucking time? What about the fact that I was told I'd be riding by today? What about my contract?

"The Owner said he was going to talk to you, that you'd be ok with it."

Well, guess what? He didn't, and I'm really NOT ok with it. Not in the least. I ask him, laughing, if the owner really thought that I'd be ok with him taking the engine I'd been waiting for - my engine - and delaying the delivery of my scooter by at least another week. I really have a hard time wrapping my head around what part of that the owner thought I would be "ok" with. What, I've already waited a year, been told numerous deadlines that meant nothing, and I'd be "ok"with it happening again?

Unbe-fucking-lievable.

The owner shows up while I'm talking to the mechanic, and starts saying something about a crankshaft. The mechanic stops him, saying he's already filled me in, and progresses to explain to me that he's going to get another job out of the way on Tuesday, and then start on my scooter as soon as that's done.

I ask him how long a job like that should take, generally speaking. Not that I'm asking for another meaningless date, just an idea of how long he thinks it should be. Assuming everything goes ok, he thinks he should have me riding by Friday. He's going to work on my bike, and my bike only. I turn to the owner, "you're going to leave him alone to work on my bike, right?"

Oh yes, of course Nothing will interefere. I want to believe. But then I wanted to believe that "this wasn't how they do business", too. More of the same, for me.

I tell the mechanic that I don't want him to feel like he has to rush, I want him to take his time and do it right. I want him to build this bike the way he'd build his own. He's good with that. He says to call him on Friday. I ask him to call me if any surprises come up, so that I know what's going on. Either way, I'll be stopping in early next week. While I don't want to rush the mechanic, I'm so fucking done with this. The mechanic says he's going to put some brand new rims on for me. Nice, thanks. The owner says something about adding some "nice"things to the scooter for me. Yeah. Make it nice, thanks. Honestly, just honouring your word is the only thing I want right now.

It has to be either a scooter on Friday, or my money back, plus the hundred bucks it'll cost me to cancel the insurance I renewed back in July when I thought I was getting my scooter soon. I'm tired of it.

And those are the facts. I can't help how it makes people look. It's what happened. I guess the difference between my contract with the shop and the CBC's contract with them, is that the owner seems to think I won't sue them.