“Yes, I will. Thank you.”
“Great. We will see you then, sir.”
“Okay.” I bobbed my head. At least that part of my life had movement. I drained the last of my coffee and got ready to hit the road. I had a lot to do and a new client with a bike to fix.
Twenty minutes later after showering and heading over to the garage, Misty popped up in my head. Her sensual Spanish fire made me lick my lips at the memory, although it was marred by her anger in the morning. I opened up and paced the length of the garage. I pulled out the tool kit I had housed there and put down a stiff MDF board I found out the back.
I had deliveries in place for a new desktop computer to come, the raised platform for the bikes and now to confirm a few other things before Rick came through to pick up his bike.
“Morning, Ryder,” I said.
“Hey, how you doing?” Ryder enquired in his full-toned voice.
“Alive and kicking,” I replied.
“Good. Good.”
“Hey, I need a few things, I need to stock up on parts. I want to confirm some parts with you.”
Ryder coughed. “Excuse me, just woke up. Okay, so talk to me. I got news too. But tell me what you need first.”
“All right, I wanted to run it by you before I send through the invoice.”
“That’s all right, that’s what I told you to do. Hit me with it.”
“I need a few torque wrenches, a chain breaker and riveter – just a few more depending on how the shop gets going. A hex set too, mine’s in pieces. The platforms are on the way today, so thanks.”
“Okay, that’s not too bad. I got a few more customers for you. A couple of guys I know live up near Merced and I’m sending them your way. You’re going to need these extras. We want to come up there this weekend, you game?”
“Hell, yeah. That will work.”
“Okay, Diego. I’ll let you get to it. Good job.” Ryder’s gravelly voice left the call. I had my coveralls at the warehouse and I put them on over my jeans and T-shirt. Time to get greasy.
Footsteps followed ten minutes later with two people. Both of them were males and they had bikes with them.
“Hey, Diego, right?” One called out from afar.
“That’d be me. We got two, huh?”
He smiled. “Yup. Once I realized you were part of Outlaw Souls I decided to bring my homeboy’s bike in with me. This here’s Derek.”
He pointed to Derek as he stopped with the bikes and set their stands in place. I shook both their hands. Both mild-mannered, meek men. Nothing standing out about them.
“Hey, guys, nice to meet you both and thanks for your business. What’s going on with them?”
Rick sighed as I looked the bike over. “I think I got a problem with the starter drive. I don’t know. It’s a common problem with Harleys.”
I frowned and ran my fingers over the bike. “Yep. Might need a compensator kit. They’re costly but it might be the answer. Leave it with me and I’ll let you know.”
Rick groaned. “I thought it might be that. This beast has cost me more than my house deposit.”
I laughed at his plight. “That’s a Harley for you. They cost money for sure. You have to really love them.”
Rick put his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “You got that right. That’s why I waited.”
The other guy waited patiently, looking around the warehouse. “Pretty good spot for a shop. I got this dirt bike and it needs a service, nothing major like Rick here,” Derek said.
I nodded. “Okay, great. If you guys can do me a favor and leave your name and numbers right here, I’ll call you with the quotes. I may need to order parts.”
