The Screw Driver Day . . . part 1

My love gives me trouble sometimes…

Rainy days… I can’t forget… It was some holiday (most probably a Sunday). I ws @ my home the sweets home, but not in the moods. Just yesterday she told me that things aren’t fine with her. She ws experiencing some problem while breathing in. I ws perplexed as to wat happened suddenly. Till Friday night she ws all fine and responded well to me. I thot lemme take her to her regular doc. Somehow I managed to do so, but the doc wasn’t there. My bad luck is not that good.. L But the compounder said, he can do something if I let him check her. I doubted, but she didn’t say anything; in fact, she cud not. I said ok to him. I wanted to watch wat he was goin to do.

He asked me to make her stand straight on the stand, and I did that. Then, he gave her a kick and she started vrrroooooommmmmmmmmmmm… I love that firing sound of her. But in a moment she switched off. We ver sure that fuel wasn’t reaching the engine and something was stopping it. We took out the fuel pipe from the tank and opened the valve screw. Oh !! it was water coming out of the fuel tank. OMG !!! How did this compound H2O get in the tank where only CHX compounds have the permission to enter?

May b during those rainy days, my fuel tank top provided the required passage for water to slip in and settle down at the bottom at the tank, pushing the fuel upwards… (water has higher density than petrol, the fuel J). So instead of fuel, it ws the water that ws comin out of the cock, the fuel-cock… that jerks the bike and hinders me from riding smoothly over her…
Exclaimed I, “drain the water out, its simple.” Quizzing myself, how??? The compounder said, “let me have a screw driver !!!” Those days I ws into some swigging…so thot, he wants to have one right now??? He grabbed a small screw driver lying beneath his other tools. Yeah… the screw driver (for those who are into cock-tails, swig = drink J … get the connect)

He turned off the knob of the fuel cock, removed the fuel pipe from the carb, and… he inserted the screw driver into that crevice of the screw, loosened the screw of the cock-valve… what dripped outa that slimmy pipe was – the same compound w/o which the fishes can survive - H2O (for non-engineers and people suffering from Ghajini syndrome, H2O = WATER…). Some of the water dripped out pretty fast and then I smelt sensational odor of (CHX)y compound (by now, its pretty clear – PETROL).

I blessed the screw driver for having ‘been there – done that’. Again the sub assembly was assembled to the main assembly of the fuel tank and I slowly pushed the button to start (I love her…) She didn’t L… Then I gave her a choke and started again… Bad luck is not that good… I succeeded in 3rd trial and she picked up…

Telling the compounder, “I’ll pay later, tell ur boss”, I rode it to home; only to have the loss of power after some meters. She again collapsed.
I came again back to the clinic, man-handling her all the way. The compounder saw me coming and giggled… As I reached him, he showed me that tool – The Screw Driver…

My love gives me trouble sometimes…