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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 29, 2012 22:06:21 GMT -8
Delilah immediately set off on the shelves, looking for everything Marcus was asking for. They had PRETTY much everything he was looking for except, of course, for the filters. 2005, yes, they had that though. She hummed to herself as she brought back the engine oil and the paint, examining the filters while glancing at the bike. The filters were just slightly too small. Shit, that wouldn't work.
She glanced over her shoulder at a set of tarps behind her and sighed inwardly. Leaning for it, she tweaked the tarp and let it ripple to the ground. Sitting underneath the tarp was a Harley, a 2007, but still a softtail. She moved to the front of the bike, and pulled the filter cartridges out from the inside. With a glance and a nod, she figured they'd be the right fit. She tossed them to Marcus, smiling. The filters weren't even used.
"That should do the trick. The cartridge size and weave is the same, so it'll work until you decide to replace them." She gestured behind him on his right, leaning up against the bike. "Gas is on your left beneath the box full of socket wrenches. Need any extra parts?" She indicated the bike she was sitting on.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 5, 2012 21:27:23 GMT -8
"That should do the trick. The cartridge size and weave is the same, so it'll work until you decide to replace them."
He had just finished wrapping his toolbelt around his waist when Delilah tossed him a set of Filters which he promtly almost fumbled.
Marcus was skeptical at first. Generaly he had to machine the filters, cutting them here, fitting them with a bracket there to get them to sit properly. So imagine his surprise when they clicked into place with nary an issue!
Well shit......
"Gas is on your left beneath the box full of socket wrenches. Need any extra parts?"
"Now aint that the million dollar question. Gimme a sec."
"Laying his tarp out bfore him, he began to dissassemble Lady much like a gunsmith would break down his weapon. Nothing was half hazardly placed. Everything was arranged according to the order it was taken out as well as by size and a few other criteria Marcus couldnt begin to explain.
Marcus sighed as he scrutinized this piece and that piece.
"No parts. Just Lube and a basket full of chamis. Her veins and guts are all crusty from the abuse. Gonna have to give her a deep body cleaning before I flush her oil."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 5, 2012 22:03:57 GMT -8
"Now aint that the million dollar question. Gimme a sec."
She got the chance to eye his progress and him appreciatively as he set about taking Lady apart. Most women couldn't care less about bikes and cars so long as they worked, and typically liked it even less when they got dirty. Delilah, while she obviously differed from popular opinion, agreed with them on one point, however: Men were always super appealing when they were hard at work doing 'man' things. Fixing stuff, building stuff, breaking stuff...millions of calendars everywhere are sold to women who enjoy looking at men being men. Delilah was no different in that aspect.
Forcing herself to look elsewhere, her own eyes flicked over the exposed bits of Lady beneath the chassis and hissed in displeasure. That. Poor. Bike.
"No parts. Just Lube and a basket full of chamis. Her veins and guts are all crusty from the abuse. Gonna have to give her a deep body cleaning before I flush her oil."
"Damn right you are," she said with an obvious frown in her voice, She got up off the bike she was sitting on and walked back towards him and Lady, kneeling beside him. "Look at the poor thing! Crazy road warrior, driving your bike through muck and rain and....IS THAT A CACTUS?"
Moving gingerly, Delilah reached into Lady's belly from underneath and gently pried out a piece of the desert plant that had spattered the other parts around it, creating a small habitat of dust and debris from where the sticky juices had hardened. She turned to give Marcus an incredulous look. As a mechanic, she simply could not let this stand. If it were anyone other than Marcus, she probably would have punched them in the face.
But she was in no condition to wallop him for it, so she would let it go. FOR NOW.
She started laughing in spite of herself and pushed herself shakily up to her feet. "I have a pressure washer hooked up in here somewhere. Then we can can scrub the good Lady clean."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 13, 2012 21:01:16 GMT -8
"Damn right you are, Look at the poor thing! Crazy road warrior, driving your bike through muck and rain and....IS THAT A CACTUS?"
'Well fuck me ridged......'
Marcus stared at the offending desert plant with almost the same level of increadulousness as Delilah herself.
"When the hell did I run over a cactus?"
He muttered to himself, giving his beard a good scritching. Honestly it seemed the kind of thing that one would remember, what with the spikey painful thorns and all and he never really made it a habit to drive over shredded cactii. Completely oblivious to the potential fist in the mouth that Delilah was contemplating giving him.
The laughter was heartening though.
"I have a pressure washer hooked up in here somewhere. Then we can can scrub the good Lady clean."
"You....have a pressure washer?"
Marcus asked, blinking slowly.
"Woman, what don't you have!?!?!?!?"
He said with a dry chuckle, holding a piece of pipe with a series of valves up to his eye, making soft tsking sounds in his mouth.
"Like seriously, All this place needs is an underground cave and....yeah. BATMAN! Like crazy prepared.......Crazy prepared and yeah Pressure washer soon. Also By the looks of it. Yeah, I'm gonna need to CANNABALIZE one of your bikes. Alot more wear and tear than I originaly anticipated........."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 14, 2012 0:47:50 GMT -8
"You....have a pressure washer?"
"Of course!" she replied, clutching the ice pack to her shoulder as she started scanning the ceiling. "It's hooked up to the sea, but it's filtered to not contain any of the salt. It should still be operational at any rate..."
"Woman, what don't you have!?!?!?!? Like seriously, All this place needs is an underground cave and....yeah. BATMAN! Like crazy prepared.......Crazy prepared and yeah Pressure washer soon. Also By the looks of it. Yeah, I'm gonna need to CANNABALIZE one of your bikes. Alot more wear and tear than I originaly anticipated........."
She listened to him ramble, smiling quietly to herself. The basement of the house was actually a bunker that contained a hidden room with a tunnel that lead out into a side street ten blocks away. BUUUUT there was no need to mention that.
"No problem. Take what you need. Ah, here we go." Reaching up, Delilah grasped something just above her head with her good arm and gave it a yank. A cascade of plaster pieces, dust and insulation fell down on her head in a 'fwump'. Coughing, she would back away from the cloud, her whole upper body coated in the white dust, holding the nozzle of the hose in her other hand. She took one look at herself and let out a startled laugh.
"Oh, the irony of it all..."
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