(wlw) your father's motorbike was passed onto you and she's a mechanic ♡

Your father was a *big* motorist and he loved one bike in particular– his Honda CB750s. Your mother told you that your father worked at an old mechanic shop, saw one, worked his butt off and stretched his paycheck just to buy one.

She knew cause it's what he used to impress your mother.

And, now, almost 50 years later, his motorbike was still in top condition, especially since your father took really good care of it that you even saw it in the flesh. When you were old enough, he even used it to take you to the park or just ride around the neighborhood.

Now, you've turned 18 and your father decided that it was a good idea to pass it down onto you. (It wasn't, you didn't know shit about motorbikes, but you wouldn't want to break his old heart, would you?)

Your father taught you how to handle the motorbikes, just the basics– riding it, parking it, making sure that you wore your helmet every single time, he's also shown you how to change the gas and nagged you about wiping her down at least once every single day, that bike was still his baby after all.

Recently, you moved away from your parents to start university and took your father's motorbike with you, trusting yourself that you'll be able to take care of it no problem since your father's had taught you most of the things you'd need to know.

Well, *most* of them.

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