“I know; I’ve been putting it off because I don’t know which
road to take,” I replied, looking intently through a clothes rack to seem
occupied as I searched for any other good excuse to cover up my negligence, in case
that reason wasn’t good enough.
She led me next door to the garage behind an antique store and
said, “I’ve bought this magical old cycle for you, and it will take you exactly
where you need to go.”
“You must be joking,” I shake my head. “It’s broken-down and
won’t run without tires, and who knows what else might be missing or corroded.”
“Start by repairing what you can, and the bike will let you
know what it needs,” she answered matter-of-factly, as though she expected anyone
to know that process. “All you have to do is begin and have faith.”
The next day, totally bewildered, I approached the clunky
motorcycle with a set of wrenches, a rag, bottle of WD-40, and no knowledge whatsoever
of engines. I wiped and squirted fresh oil on one particularly gunky part and
instantly, it shined like new.
Day by day and part by part, I restored the bike until it
gleamed from one fender to the other, and now the moment has arrived...will it
run?
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