2002 Story Set
| July 8, 2002 This is what our favorite tall, blond, Italian boy was doing while I read, paced the floor and took 5 hours to bathe, dress and put on makeup, comb my hair and spray it to oblivion, and discover that my black dress was even looser than when I made it - a combination of the stretch fabric weight dragging the dress down (and the neckline with it) and my continued weight loss. Thank God I made the stole! Hides so many sins! It was also hot and I swear my make up was melting back off my face by the time he got to me. Fabio left his house at NOON on his newest bike (he has 140 and is planning on 365 - one for each day of the year - he is passionate about them because he is a speed demon! If a bike buzzes past you on a curve going faster than is strictly legal - it is probably him! (He does wear a helmet) - and no, he no longer has to stick them in the kitchen as he now has a BIG garage and a trailer at his new house. He had the bike serviced (must be a Honda - read further). The bike stalled on the way home. He pushed the 450 lbs. bike up hill four miles on Beverly Glen to a gas station (you have to know the LA "hills" between LA-WLA and the San Fernando Valley to really appreciate this feat - I do). And this is in near 100 degree heat (the valley is actually hotter than LA proper and he was, fortunately, on the LA side - hot enough!) Upon examination, he could re-hook up the battery cables that the service tech had left loose. But another cable had also been left loose - the one that charges up the battery - plus the battery had drained (loose connection is like a short) The amps on a bike are 2-6 amps for a 12 V battery while today's cars are 12 amps and 12 V so jump-starting a big bike with the jump-start cables used for cars (as they would have had available at the gas station where he was) would burn out his battery, as he explained to me. I know this since my '64 VW bug uses a 6 Volt battery and you cannot jump that either without a step-down. Plus I have a degree in Electrical Engineering. So he called Honda and they came with a truck and he put the 450 lb. bike into the truck (I would have loved to watch that!) The repair shop was completely across town from his home (in the valley over the hill from West LA - his home that is). Then he had to wait for the test rider to come in or back from break or whatever. After that he had to ride back home. He got home at 6:15PM. The limo was due to pick him up at 7PM. He was due to pick me up 7:30-7:45PM, he got there at 8PM. By then, of course, I was a wreck. I had lost feeling in my feet, my knees, my hands were wrung every which way and my son was trying to tell me to calm down - he thought my case of nerves was "cute". I had done fairly well at no butterflies all day but was having a severe case of them as I waite and wilted. I kept wondering what I had forgot. Like my wits. But Fabio looked so good when he crawled out of the back of the limo, I would have waited another hour! Except that by then, of course, he would have had to blot me up off the floor. |
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