I've managed to kill a scooter in under a year.
Not under warranty cause I missed a service, sigh.
(When I'd hurt my back, but turned out to be a kidney cyst, or a combination of the two and was having difficulties moving about in the morning. Got to and from work and that was about it. Then the cat was sick.)
One thing at a time though, right?
Tomorrow go explain to Centrelink that I don't owe them $700 from September 2010.
Then pop over to the scooter place to see how much an engine rebuild will cost.
Then decide if there is a chance in heck of getting something sorted before mother arrives so that hopefully she never finds out about it.
I have ten days.
Maybe I can hire a scooter that looks exactly like mine?
And I can't drink cause I started methotrexate today, damnit! Cheezels just aren't the same.