Saturday, November 7, 2009

Out Patient

Messy wirings will one day bite your ass back when you least expect it. Old piss poor shabby electrical works bloated my fairly new battery after enjoying a good ride around Makati four days ago only to mysteriously die on me when I tried parking Brutus elsewhere.

Had to extend parking hours to days - leaving Brutus to collect dust for the duration of an on-going project. Took out the battery and found this, an overcharged sumo specimen. Something's wrong somewhere. Startic relay? Could be. But it merits further investigation after popping one grand for a new battery.

11P.M. Enter John. He quickly finds the culprit : fused wires running from the rectifier to the stator - burned to a crisp. Cleans it up, swaps an old relay, and the Brute roars again. Check the neutral light sensor for good measure. Still good. Sew it back up. Job well done. Time for some C2 tea.


John's been my mechanic for a good while now, and his enthusiasm compliments his professionalism. He now bears the burden of taking on Pablo's shoes - and his back jobs. But misfortunes are often opportunities to shine. Now he's bringing impossible bikes back to life one by one. Simple and dependable, John makes up for whatever he lacks through resilience and efficiency. Where else can you find a mechanic who'll cab out at friggin' midnight to service you? But it doesn't apply to everyone. Like a trained dawg who only listens to the right people, it's good comfort to know that whenever the Brute decides to act bratty I can call someone who can spank some shite back into him.

Thanks man.