Uhm, can anyone reading this weld?
Tonight Stella and I were cruising the streets of Clifton with Dean when all of sudden Stella got deafeningly loud. Like, ear splitting. And I was even wearing a helmet.
I know what you're thinking, How loud could it be, it's a scooter?
Well, I'm talking I-cut-a-hole-in-my-Harley-exhaust-pipe loud. Sound bouncing off of guard-rails and cars loud. Embarrassing loud, even.
"It sounds like an aggressive weed-eater," I told Adam solemnly.
After some inspection we found that nearly 10-year-old Stella has a crack in her rusted exhaust pipe. Sad. I guess that's the scooter equivalent of having bronchitis.
The good news though, I guess if there's good news here, is that Stella is way faster now. As I was coming home I noticed it felt like I was flying, though I wasn't sure if it was actual speed or just noise.
Turns out, it was actual speed. Dean said I was going about 43.
"Back pressure," my dad explained. Too bad my dad the retired mechanic isn't closer. Not only would I have him replace my exhaust, but I'd also have him keep Stella super-speedy.
But alas, Stella and I are stalled right now. The summer just got a whole lot less fun.
4 comments:
Can't you just go the the Stella store and buy Stella parts?
Yo, didn't y'all notice my sweet Photoshop skillz on Stella?
I hate my blog readers.
I noticed your sweet Photoshop skillz, I was just too sad to comment. She looked pitiful - all frowning and stuff. Kind of like my kids when their little hearts are breaking.
your skillz are off the hook.
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