It is outdated, but I almost always stop for people (M / F or gender neutral) with bad luck. Except for lease knights and princesses. Because they have a structural mobility guarantee.
Bad luck on the road and 'breakdown'
After the turn, someone came out of a squatting position, turned to me and forced a hand upwards. "Stop!" Well, I estimated the chances that an old BMW boxer would be a lease engine quite low. Alongside the unlucky woman, I asked neurally, “Panne?” The lady looked at me questioningly. "Breakdown?" "As in 'pots and pans'?" She was not proverbially blonde but seemed technically handicapped vocabulary.
"It will be the age," I estimated. “Yes, and then back into the kitchen. Princesses should wait for knights on white horses. Don't mess around on old motorcycles. ”
It is not what you say, but how you say it. “Panne, is originally from French. Means that a car or motorcycle is broken. ” “How interesting! I am a French teacher! How does' breakdown 'come from French?' Look, that's how you get started. "It is a loan word from French, meaning 'forced stoppage due to engine failure' and was first noted in 1910. It linked to what the French thought was the sound of a blowout: 'Pan !!!' ”
"Fun!" the stranded motard beamed. And a 'motarde' is the French version of the American 'biker babe', but more biker and less babe. "But why did he quit?"
The R45 looked neat. “Does it contain gasoline? Are the petrol taps open? ” That was confirmed with a nod. "Did he suddenly stop?" "No. He slowed down. And he stank. ” With the contact on it, the small BMW started obediently. And he kept running neatly at no-load. For an R45, he also responded nicely to the gas. I typed in the jiffy, checked to see if the neutral lamp was on. In an Italian classic, lit or non-lit indicator lights often mean little to nothing. But with a BMW they take their work seriously.
Sometimes Ate brakes do work
Pushing the thing back and forth was difficult. When pushing forward, the boxer first springs into action. My knees went not as smoothly as she had come out of a squat. An age thing and the legacy of getting off carelessly a few times. The brake disc was still warm, but apparently much hotter. Clear: the front brake got stuck. "Didn't that thing drive for a while?" “I inherited it. But did not yet have a driver's license. I did drive a bit every year on my friend's death. And he did well. But now I have my driver's license. And this is the first real ride I make. ”
It is psychic. Or so
I looked calmly at the new-born motorcyclist. “A new driving license is very threatening for such an old motorcycle. It will be psychic. ” I inquired. "Not a donkey would consider that to be true. I don't think men and motorcycles even have a psyche! ” That was a point. At least when it came to men from before 1960. They only use their soft side to sit on.
"You're right. The front brake is stuck. That is usually overdue maintenance. ” The nipple on the claw just came off nicely. A few gloomy drops of retired brake fluid came out. The front wheel turned freely again. “Drive home quietly. Do not use the front brake and make an appointment with a local motorcycle shop. Not at an official BMW dealer because there you tap 100 euros ex VAT per hour. ” The message was clear.
And the again mobile motorcyclist beamed: "I think I will really enjoy motorcycling!"
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