Tank POV
It didn't take much to carry the old bike over to her bench, it weighed less than some engines I lifted, it was awkward was all, it had no oil or fuel in it, having been emptied years ago, the bike was considered non repairable, however we had kept it, for the memory sake, it belonged to a long-time member, that recently died, not on the bike, but old age. We kept the bike, promising to repair it, but no one had the know-how until now. Max had said with confidence that she could get it up and running again, and I did not doubt that she would; it might take a while, but she wouldn't give up on it until we all heard the old walla running again.
I smiled to myself as I made my way to a small office of mine, which is in the back of the old workshop, I claimed it a few years ago, wh
