| Sep. 16th, 2005 @ 08:53 am Another one bites the dust |
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Moodbot:  sad and infuriated
Musicbot: Motörhead - Burner
I'm not feeling too well right now. Last saturday, my bike started to make funny noises. Then, on sunday, it just died flat on me. No engine running, not even a single sound when I threw the switch. So comes monday, I took her to the mechanic. They told me it would probably be nothing, that I'd know something by wednesday or so. So yesterday I called them, and they told me what happened. The engine was down. Down for good. It had completely broken down. There's not a chance in hell to bring it back. It seems like the previous owner had it running with very low engine oil for enough time that the engine was damaged, and it now finally came to fall apart. So I'm left with two choices: I either fork over around a thousand euros to buy a second-hand engine to replace the broken one (if, and this is a big IF, we can find one that comes with a guarantee), or I just can throw away the whole bike.
I'm not getting my hopes high, in all probability there won't be a second-hand engine with a guarantee, so I'll probably just have to take the bike apart, sell the pieces that do work, and buy a new one. But I just don't have the money to do that. I bought a flat this year, I'm in the middle of buying furniture, and I just don't have the money to buy a new motorbike. No money, no love.
I bought this bike second-hand on May 2004. I fucking bought it less than a year and a fucking half ago, and now it's died on me. And of course, the guarantee just ran out four months ago, so now I'm left with the most expensive centerpiece in the world. I know I'm just victimizing here, that this is mostly venting, and I also know this is not such a horrible thing to happen. I mean, nobody died, right? But I still can't help but feel very, very frustrated, sad and angry. For one thing, this is probably going to cost me a whole lot of money. And it's also making me feel rather bad. I truly had an appreciation for that bike, and even though it's just an inanimate object, it's one I was rather fond of, so to speak.
So now I'm left both saddened and infuriated. Infuriated at the blood-sucking son of a bitch that sold me the bike over a year ago, fully knowing its engine was already flawed (he's a mechanic, and he claimed he thoroughly checked the bike). I'm a rather calm, polite person, but I swear if I had payed him a visit yesterday I would not have remained so calm and polite. |
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