T – I know there is no photos from the last 2 days, but we have been so frustrated by our inability to fix this bike that the camera has taken a backseat. We just want Rosie to be happy again.
C – I know this might sound weird, but these bikes are just such a big part of our life. We say good morning, we say good night, we feel for them when they are not in the best shape. We both just feel so bad for Rosie – worse actually, because we just do not know what exactly is wrong.
T – Today we went back to Lira St in Santiago where all the bike parts shop are. We found a coil, in fact we could have bought enough coils to fix every bike we ever came across again, but we just couldn’t find a lead as long as the one we needed. Most of them came up about 3 inches too short.
We eventually found an American made Spitfire lead which was a tad short but it had a weird connecter that meant we could make our own extension. So back to Rosie and put this thing in her.
We started her up and immediately we could tell that there was no difference. With nothing left to do we swapped in a new stator and made plans to get her to Aroldo, the mechanic we had met the other day.
C – We were both gutted when changing the coil and lead made no difference. We sat in the dark carpark, looking at each other, wondering what to do next. The only option left to us was the stator. But surely no? Not another stator. She did have Mabel’s old stator in, but surely?
T – However she went, and she went well. No more bogging down, no more spitting and farting. She smoked out the garage where she was parked before she settled down to a steady idle. Chantelle took her for a quick spin around the garage and we kept our fingers crossed that she was ok again. We are here for another night yet and tomorrow we will take her for a test ride through the city. If she survives then on Monday we will head across to the coast. If she still plays up, then we burn her..
C – And by burn her, Todd means we take her to a mechanic. My poor little girl…