I have no gumption. No interest. No desire to any longer turn a wrench on my scooter or motorcycle. I haven’t had gumption for a long, long time. And that deficiency has haunted me because somewhere the idea what planted in my brain that a real rider can perform any and all repairs and maintenance roadside in a storm. With nothing more than a pocketknife, baling wire, and some pocket lint.
I’m here to report that I have begun the unburdening from the enslavement of tools, devices, mechanical expectations, and the guilt associated with the failure to live up to those expectations.
I will seldom turn a wrench again save for a dire emergency that my new toolkit composed of cash and a cellphone can’t fix.
It’s been a long and painful road to get to this place.
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