id: 236
name: WLA chan
author: Motorcycleanon
date: 22nd February 2021
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>be me reading my grandfather's diary's from WW2
>guy was a badass
>served in WW2 as a messenger 
>was in several small skirmishes 
>killed 4 squads of krauts 
>guy smuggled his Thompson back to his home 
>find his motorcycle vin number 
>what was next to it read "i wish i could return the gun to its sister"
>ok odd but i assume he ment holster
>head to taka the local dark elf city
>been digging around Russian flea markets in dark elf city's for more camo 
>look at motorcycles 
>loads of shitty ruski ones 
>holy shit there is a WLA 
>only 800 
>wtf
>head to the guy who's selling the motorcycles 
>ask him about the vin number after some small talk 
>holy shit its a match
>thats my grandfathers WLA
>buy it immediately 
>put it on my truck with help of the elf who sold it to me 
>holy shit its heavy 
>strap it down and drive 12 hours back home
>finally get in the driveway 
>put the old girl in park
>"you didn't break on me, time for that a new radio" i say to myself 
>the truck door gives a groan when i shut it 
>i go to stretch loosening my muscles 
>as i do that i see black spots 
>get a little light headed 
>ah crist have to drink more water next time
>head to the barn i know i have those ramps in here 
>in a corner i see them 
>"aha found you"
>i chuckle as i say this 
>i guess im starting to go crazy
>stand up and take stock of the barn
>every tool imaginable 
>from the 10mm socket wrench to the pistol grip tool used by astronauts 
>"dammit i have to get that motorcycle in before a storm"
>grab the ramps and slug them under my arm gets me a little off balance first but i manage
>walk down to my truck 
>pull the tailgait down set the ramps into place
>after thats done i unstrap the old girl down
>wait Old girl? Meh i talk to my truck anyways 
>get her rolling off the ramp and into the barn
>set the old girls kickstand down 
>head back to my truck and grab my ramps and ratchet straps
>close the barn door and look to her 
>grab my oil pan and ethanol can 
>drain whats left of the oil 
>not much just a few drops 
>fill the gas tank up with ethnol and fill the oil tank with some reserve oil that ive been saving 
>"now lets see if you start"
>i roll the advancer all the way forward 
>unscrew the fuel pet cock and push the choke to full 
>kick the kickstarter 4 times and pull the choke halfway twoards me 
>the turn the "key" and ever so slightly push up on the throttle and give her a kick 
>what?
>kickstart her 8 more times 
>"dammit"
>drain her oil and ethanol 
>roll a tool box over and get to work taking her apart completely 
>"whatever problem you have has to rear its head"
>after 5 hours i see the morning sun kiss my face 
>I'm almost down to the frame
>stop and set my tools aside 
>head to the switch box and turn off the overhead lights 
>i dont need those anymore 
>turn twoards the barn door and open it 
>sunlight spills in giving the barn a pleasant yellow glow 
>"now to finish taking you apart"
>i turn to grab my wrench and i find boots beside me 
>wait a minute i didn't bring a pair from the house 
>oh shit there is legs attached to these boots 
>i look up
>and a uniform 
>and a very angry woman 
>face contorted into rage 
>surprised by this i nearly jump out of my skin 
>she grabs ahold of me and starts shaking me
>screaming to "PUT ME BACK   TOGETHER"
>and to "LEAVE ME ALONE" 
>she looks down at my neck looks surprised to see something there 
>after her eyes go wide she disappears into this air
>i take in what just happened 
>its not the strangest thing to happen to me
>ive seen animals that have glowing antlers and can mimic speech 
>but its still surprising 
>"the hell was that"
>"uhhhh hello?" 
>"you still there"
>"ok then"
>thats odd 
>I've heard of something like this 
>what was it called 
>waffensomthing?
>meh fuck it 
>have to finish putting the wla together
>after 2 hours of fussing with the ammo can and the holster i finally have it together 
>beautiful as the day she came out of the factory 
>now to give her fluids and now for the moment of truth 
>try and start it 
>what the fuck?
>how is this thing not starting?
>there is nothing wrong with it 
>Not a single seal is bad 
>how the fuck 
>nevermind 
>put away my tools 
>after i push my toolbox back i hear a drip 
>"the hell?"
>i turn around and i see a beautiful woman infont of me 
>she made my heart go faster than my two stroke dirt bike after some moonshine 
>she is in full battle rattle 
>m1 helmet with a pair of goggles  around it, her face in a scrunched angery face not showing it but i could tell 
>freckles sound the bridge of her nose white fair skin with brown almost red hair  and green eyes the most beautiful green that you can imagine 
>and angry at me 
>fuck
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>"dont ever take me apart like that ever again"
>"its extremely uncomfortable"
>ok so she CAN talk 
>"uhhhh what are you"
>"im a old motorcycle that wants to be left alone 
>"ok then" 
>i leave the barn and lock it up 
>head to my cabin and drink until i pass out 
>i sleep in the next day 
>"agghh fuck my head"
>shit that smarts 
>get out of bed and get dressed 
>head to the barn and try to make conversation with her 
>"soo about yesterday"
>"im sorry for taking you apart i didn't know there was a woman attached to the bike"
>dead silence 
>great
>go back inside and strip apart my grandfather's Thompson 
>after im done toss it into the locker 
>phone rings 
>the doc isn't supposed to call for another week
>pick up the phone 
>"hello?"
>"your money or your friends life"
>"drop off 2062 bars of gold at firwood plaza behind the pizza place"
>"if you dont get it there by the end of this month your friend here dies"
>phone call disconnects 
>slam fist on the table 
>im done with this shit 
>grab my Thompson and gear up 
>open the shed and toss the Thompson into its holster 
>"fucking start dammit!"
>"youve been a unruly asshole start START FOR FUCK SAKE!"