Cultureshock

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This story starts off like any other normal day in my life it is not that simple it never is. I got out of bed and went in to the bathroom to have a shower and brush my teeth. I didn't like the idea that I have to get out of bed at 7: 30 in the morning to get to college and sit at a computer and write reports about how to make a website or how to use a power point. After I had been to the bathroom i got dressed and went and got my bike kit for my room. Then I went in to the kitchen and sat at the table to put my boots on and get ready to go. Outside in my garden is a blue and white moped it is my bike, the best bike in the world, but sadly as I said as before, its not that simple. It has cost a few grand to repair because of its last owner. I got my bike kit. on my helmet, trousers and jacket on and some cool sunshade. I turned the moped on and pushed it out of the garden and in to the street. I sat on it, revving the engine listening to it sound like a lawn mower or a hair dryer. I start moving off to get to college the bike seemed a bit not right. I thought nothing of it and carried on going I got to the cross roads down the street and had to do a emergency  stop because of some driver texting and driving at the same time plus to make things worse they were speeding around the corner. I ended up cursing her and drove away. I had got about 5 or 10 miles away from college and then it happed the bike started to cut out or lose a lot of speed in seconds.  So I pulled over and checked the water coolant to see how much water was left in it. There was none so I put some more in and let it sit for a bit and started the engine and set off. Well, I got about a mile and a half or less and it cut out again so I pulled over again only this time the bike would not start up. I let the bike sit for a bit but still it would not start. I looked at the water coolant again, I could not see any thing, so I pulled the front of the bike off and got a better look. There was no water. I filled it up again. It was the same as before, nothing. So I rang my uncle up and asked him to come with some better tools. When he got to me he tried to make it work. It did so I asked him to follow me. I got less a mile and the engine cut out again. This time it was not starting up anymore, we tried every thing we could but still nothing.  I needed to get to college but I cant take the bike. I am going to have to chain it up to a lamppost in not a very safe place. So my uncle said to me that he would take me to college and ring my mam asap. So I did but I was also very, very late for class. I went up to the class room and told the teacher about what happed and why I am late.  All in the end my bike had to be taken to the shop to be repaired by a specialist. I didn’t get the bike back for 3 months. I thought to my self 'god, that’s bike is from hell' and that’s end the story of the bike from hell.  The end, thank god.