From the Library

[Biggles]

Route 82 continued in a long sloping drop that followed the Roaring Fork Glenwood Springs. At the Harley dealership the mechanics replaced my rear directional signal. They also suggested that my oil leak problems were due to failing umbrella valves. They could fix the valves, they said, if I left Lucy and a few hundred dollars in the repair bays on the following day.
"Could I use your phone to call my mechanic in New Jersey?" They were surprised by my question but graciously let me call from the office. Steve Scherer was in the shop when the call went through to Trenton, but he left what he was doing to come and talk with me. Five-foot-eight, all attitude and lean muscle, heavy on tattoos and light on patience for casual chatter, Steve had overhauled Lucy before I left. He was a good mechanic and I trusted him implicitly. I explained the oil, Independence Pass, and what the mechanics had said about the umbrella valves.
"Oh shit, Karen, them guys are just trying to make a buck. How high did you say that pass was? It's the pressure change, man, not the valves. Have them drain off some oil, change the filter, and if you're still having problems in a couple of days, then do the valves. Unless you want to spend a shitload of money and time? No? All right then. How's the trip, good? Good. Now put those assholes on the phone and call me back if you have problems."
I turned to the mechanic with a smile. "Steve would like to speak to you."
Breaking The Limit   Karen Larsen  p61-2