<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco, California / August 2017 / 9:00 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dalys Xavier Armstrong Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369109#msg12369109)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Looking for some expertise<br/><hr/>He thought he was happy with her, he really was. Close proximity tended to make some see the smallest cracks in even the most perfect porcelain, and Ryan was beginning to see that. Charlotte... he loved her, but there were some things that were starting to annoy him. Was it the way the engine felt like it wanted to cough when he pushed the speed? Or was it how the muffler was just a little too effective and the loud thrum of the powerful engine was a bit too muted? It was a hundred tiny different things. He had been happy with the bike so far, so he wasn't going to trade her in for a newer model in a million years. There was such a thing as loyalty when it came to a man and his bike, but it didn't mean that when things needed fixing, he wouldn't take her to get looked at. Besides she had had a long run from Boston to San Fran, and maybe a checkup was in order anyways. So he set out to find a shop. He knew a thing or a dozen about fixing, maintaining and improving bikes, but he hadn't been able to bring his tools from his cousin's shop, so he needed to find one here.<br/><br/>And he encountered a steaming pile of disappointment. Most of the Wildling Charters across the States had their own shops where they could chop, repair and maintain the members rides, as well as bringing in a little extra cash with repairing other people's cars and bikes too. But not all of them did, and while the San Fran charters was one of the largest charter in the country, Ryan was incredible soured to find out that they didn't have their own shop. Most of the members took their bikes to be looked at at one of the local garages, and a handful did their own maintenance. Ryan could have done what needed to be done if had the proper tools, but when one of the members showed him the tools that he used, Ryan's response was as immediate as it was final.<br/><br/>"If you touch Charlene with one of those piece of shit, rusty tools, I will murder you."<br/><br/>It started a fight, and Ryan won and ended up buying the guys that he trounced drinks and helping the whole night to fix up the bar later, but the point was clear enough. The way he saw it, he had a couple of options. He could either find some tools that he felt comfortable working on Charlene with, or he could find a shop with the right tools that might help him out, either with expertise or with a little room and the tools that he needed. It was like doing surgery. You couldn't touch a person with a used needle or a rusty scalpel. Why should it be any different with a bike?<br/><br/>He spent the night doing what tinkering he could with the tools that he had brought, but as midnight turned to the wee hours of the morning, he made up his mind. He would have to visit this shop that the other Wildlings went to and see if they could help him. If they had shitty, rusty tools too, though he would have a very serious conversation with Ol' Jimmy about opening a Wildling-liaised, because as things stood, it was embarrassing in the extreme.<br/><br/>Not a lot of sleep was had that night, so he got up early to get going to find that shop. In his annoyance, he had forgotten to get the address of the place, so one of the Wildlings was woken up early with a phone call. Took Ryan two or three tries before someone who knew where it was picked up and gave him the instructions.<br/><br/>During his previous visits to the city, he had never done much sight seeing or exploring, and in fact had spent most of his time going up and down the rest of the State instead of in San Fran itself. All that to say, it took him a few times of getting lost and reacquiring his bearing to finally find himself rolling up to the shop.