103 Harley Engine Problems Novels & Stories

"So these are yers? That's pretty cool. Does your job have an oven like this?" "We have a makeshift one with a UV lighting system we put together ourselves. It does the job nicely, but when we have a special project that we absolutely can't fuck up, we bring it here," Tony said as he motioned to the floor. "And yes, these are the panels to my '93 Harley Ironhead Sportster. Her name's Harley. She got a bit scuffed up when I backed up into a damn Honda. That's ok, though. I've been itchin' for a reason to do a redesign."

He would sell his left arm if it gets him a lead in this darn case. “Good.” Ricardo sat back, retracting his hands from the table. “Get it in writing and I'll talk.” _-_ Terra Reyes “What’s wrong with it?” Terra asked, clearly confused about what this man was trying to tell her. The mechanic looked at her like she had six heads, probably trying to figure out why she didn’t understand him. “The head gasket has a leak. Most of these problems are caused by high engine temperatures. And, looking at the extent of the damage, it will probably take two weeks.”

I’ve got to get Luna out of my system in the only way I know how—get hammered and hammer some pussy. It takes me nearly forty minutes to get back home, and when I do, Callan and Warrick are nowhere to be found. I take a quick shower, dress in cleanish Levis and a Henley, and head out to hop on my fully restored Harley motorcycle, circa the mid-2020s. She’s a forty-year-old beast of a ride with high-performance capabilities and the loudest, most powerful engine this city has ever seen. If she were any faster, she could parasail across the swamp.

I watched his emotions and mood switch like crazy within seconds, it was like watching a person doing impressions of other people. He craned his neck to face me immediately he heard his title. “What?” He looked pissed. “I'll need a new ignition coil. I think it could be the issue. I've removed the old one.” Everyone was just staring at me and I began to shrink under their unwelcoming gaze. It was so scary. “Ignition coil?” He repeated. “Yes, that's the problem with the bike.” He nodded thoughtfully as he stared at the Harley. “I'll get it for you, but if it's still not fixed, you'll not just leave. I'll personally deal with you for ruining it further.” His tone was incredibly icy.