Hello death.

       The throttle cable on my 67 snapped this morning suddenly.

I was on the road in the middle of an intersection with little traffic.

A taxi almost hit me because I suddenly lost power and my throttle was not responsive at all.

The previous intersection was full of cars.

I revved too hard. The cable was too old.

Out of all the places that I broke down, that couldn't have been a better one.

I would have been in all sorts of trouble if it was anywhere else.

There were plenty of warnings signs and my lack of experience with bikes meant I was risking my life each time I hopped on.

I called my mechanic to drive from District 8 over and he installed a new cable.

On the way home something felt weird and by the time I pulled into my parking space I let a final rev out and the bike began to spin forward out of my control. It hit another parked bike. I reach over and pulled the key out from behind.

I was dripping in sweat as I attempted to fix the throttle again myself. It wasn't the cable issue this time. It was a gas tank issue.

I hopped onto the blue demon and went to his shop. He was sleeping by that time and I got the oil changed on my old bike.

He came back with me and fixed the problem almost instantly and drove it off.

Style over safety?

I still won't get a typical automatic bike like a Honda Airblade or a Yamama Nouvo. Those are girly scooters to me. I'm determined to make this right. In fact, I've probably spent more on this 67 than if I had just bought a common Nouvo 3. Oh well. Got to pay to play. It's the story of my life.

I shook pretty hard today though. If that cable snapped any time sooner I would have been dead or worse, injured. Thank you, Jesus.

The good news is I'm having blue LEDs installed on the bike.