July 21, 2012 – It’s hard to believe this is the same day we woke up to! It was ugly and rainy this morning, It was ugly and damp at noon! And then the clouds parted and the sun came back to play.
The scooter was dropped off at the mechanics late yesterday, the little two stroke engine needed a bit of TLC and I trust no one near my scoot so much as my mechanic. The shop may no longer carry Aprilia, but Will has been great with me and my little scoot. It was he who showed me the Leo Vance pipe, found the part number so I could have it shipped in from Italy via California, and jazzed up my little bike so fabulously.
He was down a man, so we weren’t sure if we;d get the bike back today, which sort of sucked since if it wasn’t ready today I wouldn’t be able to retrieve it until Thursday.
We were about to head to the boat to do some work when we paused and thought “…if we start to drink wine at the boat, and the scoot is ready before the day’s end…we won’t be able to go get it …” So we headed home to do some bike work, and just as we were about to pull them up to the street, the phone rang. “Scoot’s ready!”
Lion’s Gate was a mess all day – Bus/car accident in the middle of the bridge, that can’t have been good, so we threw everything in the truck and headed around the long way to pick it up. Tune up breathed a fresh attitude into Pee Wee, nary a hiccup on the way home via Second Narrows.
So when you’ve sort of had half the day blocked off waiting for the scooter to finish being serviced and it doesn’t come home until 3:30pm, when the sky throws off its mantle of grey and heats up the afternoon, and when you down a glass of wine and cant’ decide if the reason you feel drowsy is the alcohol or the heat/sun or a combination of the two, the best thing to do is pull everything out of the parking lot, grab the hose, and wash all of your wheeled toys. Three bikes and a truck are all shiny and sparkly now. And a chance encounter at North Shore Suzuki to buy a new battery for Kirk’s bike left us with our new favourite bike cleaner.
So after washing three bikes, Kirk figured he might as well wash the truck too, so out it came. Since I’d already washed two vehicles (the scoot and my motorcycle) I decided it was definitely his job to do the truck and I’d be happy to supervise while refreshing myself with wine. Besides, we only have one sponge.
That didn’t go over well of course, but in the end, we really did only have one sponge…and I really can watch work all day long…