“I know how much you want your bike back the way it was, Shane. But from the looks of this mess, I’d say your only chance of ever riding it again would be to go on the Internet and look for the same model. If by chance you found one, especially one with a bad motor or smashed rear end that you could buy for a song and use for parts, we’d be in business. Otherwise”—Henry shrugged—“you might as well start shopping for a new one.”Shane had known the news was coming. But the bike was like an old friend. He couldn’t just walk away and abandon it. “Thanks, but I’m not ready to give up,” he said. “This is an old bike and a rare one. But when I go home tonight, I’ll go online and start my search. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get lucky and find something that’ll work. Meanwhile, at least I can box up these parts and haul them out of your way. The bike might as well go, too.”“It’s fine if you leave them here,” Henry said. “There’s plenty of room. We’ll just stick everything in a corner till you’ve figured out what you want to do with it.”“Thanks.
