Post by Beruto on Dec 7, 2019 7:44:40 GMT -8
Name: Beruto
Starting Land: West City
New Land: Central City
Steps Required: 1
Thread Type: Personal Saga.
Thread Link: N/A
Mode of Travel: Normal
Beruto's job in West city was working out pretty well so far. In the few weeks he had been living in the bustling metropolis, he had moved out of his crumby, run down, little hotel room and into an RV parked on the back lot of a local auto mechanic. The deal he had worked out with the mechanic was for free room and board in the old Recreation Vehicle, a nearly twenty year old Winnebagle, in exchange for eventually repairing and getting the rolling behemoth off of the man's property. The boy also enjoyed being employed by the shop owner, specializing in work on big, chunky engines, which the red headed teen had experience from his work back on the family farm. The work was fulfilling and within a few more weeks the teen would have a mobile home of his own to take with him where ever he wished to go.
As work progressed on the Winnebagle though, the previous week being installation of new engine mounts, something become painfully obvious. There had to have been an initial reason why the previous owner of the vehicle had brought it into the shop to be repaired, and one evening, while piecing the various bits of the greasy engine back together, Beruto found out why. When he first set eyes on the tan and brown motor home, the front end had been opened up, the engine had been completely removed and was completely dissembled, splayed out on a table under a tarp. When Beruto had initially checked through the parts comparing what was on the table to everything listed in the service manual for the vehicle, he hadn't inspected everything in detail, only checked to make sure that everything was present. Today however, as he was preparing to bolt the engine back together, the problem which the original owner had brought the vehicle in for, made it's self apparent. The fly wheel was missing a tooth. He didn't know how it could have happened, but the problem now was that if he reassembled the engine with the broken fly wheel, the engine might or might not start, but every time he did try to start the engine, he ran the risk of it stopping where that gap in the fly wheel resided and thus rendering the engine un-start able. A worse potentiality would be that if during an attempted start, the gap were to come around at just the right speed and jam the starter, it could damage the pinion gear of the starter motor it's self.
Not wanting a ticking time bomb under the hood, Beurto knew the only option would be to replace the broken fly wheel. Luckily half of the work had already been done for him, in that the engine had been removed from the rolling house and had evening been partially serviced. However the fly wheel had never been replaced and after a time the previous owner had cut his losses and simply sold the RV to the mechanic. It took some investigating of some of the older log book that the shop owner kept from the days when the RV first arrived, but after the digging, Beruto discovered that the reason the work was never completed and that the previous owner never took the vehicle back, was because that very same fly wheel simply wasn't made any more. The engine in this particular RV was shall we say, "special." It was the first and the last in a line of hybrid RV motors marketed by Winnebagle some twenty years ago. The premise behind the design was to make the operation of the RV quieter and more fuel efficient, but proved to be a complex and maintenance hungry design which customers did not appreciate. So while the company went back to it's roots of building dependable recreational vehicles, Beruto had on his hands, what was essentially an old, high tech lemon. That wasn't going to stop the boy though, no he would not be deterred by something a silly as an obsolete gear. It took a little more digging and after an extensive search of some parts catalogs and a jaunt on the interweb, the red headed boy finally found a suitable replacement. It was in fact about the only place left in the world which might have stocked the obsolete gears, an auto wrecking yard near Central City.
Without transportation of his own at the moment, the journey to get his replacement gear was going to be a bit of a hike. Hundreds of miles laid between him and his goal, but bus, train, taxi and his god old dependable sneakers would serve to get him to his destination in time. Flying though was completely out of the cards, that was something Beruto would never do willingly. He was strictly a boots on the ground sort of kid. Packing a back pack for his trip, Beruto was sure to leave a message with his employer should anyone come looking for him, informing them of his destination. If all of his travel arrangements worked out and everything kept to schedule, he would be in Central City in a couple of days. Estimating another couple of days to find the gear he needed and then a couple more to get home, the boy conservatively estimated the whole trip back and fourth would take about a week. His employer, the auto shop owner, while not particularly happy about losing the red headed teen's services for a full week, did see an opportunity in letting travel all of the way to Central City. He could forward an order for parts while the shop had been short of for some time, and when Beruto arrived, he could bring the parts back with him and save the shop owner the cost of having them shipped. The trip looked like it would be a win win for both of them, the red haired teen would get the last part needed to put the RV's engine back together and his employer would get his own shipment of parts, free of shipping costs. So early in the morning, on what looked to be a clear and sunny day, Beruto gathered his backpack and headed for the local train stations to begin his trip to Central City. Whether anything stood in the way of a smooth journey though was completely up to random chance to decide.
Word Count: 1072
Starting Land: West City
New Land: Central City
Steps Required: 1
Thread Type: Personal Saga.
Thread Link: N/A
Mode of Travel: Normal
Beruto's job in West city was working out pretty well so far. In the few weeks he had been living in the bustling metropolis, he had moved out of his crumby, run down, little hotel room and into an RV parked on the back lot of a local auto mechanic. The deal he had worked out with the mechanic was for free room and board in the old Recreation Vehicle, a nearly twenty year old Winnebagle, in exchange for eventually repairing and getting the rolling behemoth off of the man's property. The boy also enjoyed being employed by the shop owner, specializing in work on big, chunky engines, which the red headed teen had experience from his work back on the family farm. The work was fulfilling and within a few more weeks the teen would have a mobile home of his own to take with him where ever he wished to go.
As work progressed on the Winnebagle though, the previous week being installation of new engine mounts, something become painfully obvious. There had to have been an initial reason why the previous owner of the vehicle had brought it into the shop to be repaired, and one evening, while piecing the various bits of the greasy engine back together, Beruto found out why. When he first set eyes on the tan and brown motor home, the front end had been opened up, the engine had been completely removed and was completely dissembled, splayed out on a table under a tarp. When Beruto had initially checked through the parts comparing what was on the table to everything listed in the service manual for the vehicle, he hadn't inspected everything in detail, only checked to make sure that everything was present. Today however, as he was preparing to bolt the engine back together, the problem which the original owner had brought the vehicle in for, made it's self apparent. The fly wheel was missing a tooth. He didn't know how it could have happened, but the problem now was that if he reassembled the engine with the broken fly wheel, the engine might or might not start, but every time he did try to start the engine, he ran the risk of it stopping where that gap in the fly wheel resided and thus rendering the engine un-start able. A worse potentiality would be that if during an attempted start, the gap were to come around at just the right speed and jam the starter, it could damage the pinion gear of the starter motor it's self.
Not wanting a ticking time bomb under the hood, Beurto knew the only option would be to replace the broken fly wheel. Luckily half of the work had already been done for him, in that the engine had been removed from the rolling house and had evening been partially serviced. However the fly wheel had never been replaced and after a time the previous owner had cut his losses and simply sold the RV to the mechanic. It took some investigating of some of the older log book that the shop owner kept from the days when the RV first arrived, but after the digging, Beruto discovered that the reason the work was never completed and that the previous owner never took the vehicle back, was because that very same fly wheel simply wasn't made any more. The engine in this particular RV was shall we say, "special." It was the first and the last in a line of hybrid RV motors marketed by Winnebagle some twenty years ago. The premise behind the design was to make the operation of the RV quieter and more fuel efficient, but proved to be a complex and maintenance hungry design which customers did not appreciate. So while the company went back to it's roots of building dependable recreational vehicles, Beruto had on his hands, what was essentially an old, high tech lemon. That wasn't going to stop the boy though, no he would not be deterred by something a silly as an obsolete gear. It took a little more digging and after an extensive search of some parts catalogs and a jaunt on the interweb, the red headed boy finally found a suitable replacement. It was in fact about the only place left in the world which might have stocked the obsolete gears, an auto wrecking yard near Central City.
Without transportation of his own at the moment, the journey to get his replacement gear was going to be a bit of a hike. Hundreds of miles laid between him and his goal, but bus, train, taxi and his god old dependable sneakers would serve to get him to his destination in time. Flying though was completely out of the cards, that was something Beruto would never do willingly. He was strictly a boots on the ground sort of kid. Packing a back pack for his trip, Beruto was sure to leave a message with his employer should anyone come looking for him, informing them of his destination. If all of his travel arrangements worked out and everything kept to schedule, he would be in Central City in a couple of days. Estimating another couple of days to find the gear he needed and then a couple more to get home, the boy conservatively estimated the whole trip back and fourth would take about a week. His employer, the auto shop owner, while not particularly happy about losing the red headed teen's services for a full week, did see an opportunity in letting travel all of the way to Central City. He could forward an order for parts while the shop had been short of for some time, and when Beruto arrived, he could bring the parts back with him and save the shop owner the cost of having them shipped. The trip looked like it would be a win win for both of them, the red haired teen would get the last part needed to put the RV's engine back together and his employer would get his own shipment of parts, free of shipping costs. So early in the morning, on what looked to be a clear and sunny day, Beruto gathered his backpack and headed for the local train stations to begin his trip to Central City. Whether anything stood in the way of a smooth journey though was completely up to random chance to decide.
Word Count: 1072