Earlier this morning Oscar and I connected our bikes together with rope and he towed me along to my mechanic. It took only 15 seconds for my mechanic to work out the problem and he did not look very excited that it had happened.
Being towed along just near the point that my engine died yesterday.
Apparently it will be ready for me tonight. So in faith I will be climbing onto a bus for the 50 minute journey to town, with another 20 minute walk down to the workshop in the expectation that the bike will be ready for me when I get there.
Riding back home on Oscar's bike.
UPDATE: Well, I returned at 7.30pm and when I got there the bike was ready to go. Not only had old Mr Verdun replaced the head gasket that was broken, but he also fixed up the oil leak for me too. So I am back on the road again with my head-turning super-medium-fast almost-antique motorscooter once again. And it is good.
The blown head gasket that caused all of my woes.