@cxblythex
Culver laughed heartily at that. "Hey now. It's all in the eye of the beholder. Besides, all that glitters absolutely ain't gold. Looks can be mighty deceiving, I reckon." Saying this, he gave the front of the bike a tap with the toe of his boot, as if physically demonstrating that it was not going to topple over. Sniffing a bit, then, he turned back and flashed a grin. "She don't usually sound that way, nah. More of a hum. Or maybe a sad song on a summer night. But...well, I mighta pushed a little too hard. Which was my fault, of course. How can we proper expect our shit to take care of us when we don't take care of it?" He gave an overly cordial bow of his head, pressing a hand to his heart, doing some sort of bit.
Dropping it, though, the witch raised an eyebrow. "That all? Whew, they musta been takin' me for a ride on the outside. No one even talked to me for less than a hundred." Thinking better of this train of thought, though, he pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and counted out a crisp ten. "No take-backs. Name's Blythe. You need a telephone number or somethin' in case she explodes? Calls only. I ain't good with the texting."
"Anyone describing the sound their bike makes as 'sad' has got more issues than they think." Alexia let out a soft hum as she listened, "When I'm done with 'er she'll purr like a kitten. An she'll stay that way so long as you don't overwork the old girl again. Guaranteed." Her head shook, a reluctant smile softening harsh features. "Oh, you're a funny man are ya?" She tugged the ten spot from his grasp and held up a finger, "One more and I'll give this thing a once over."
Fingertips drummed against the seat, anxious in a happy way to get a look at what made this thing run. She could always lose herself in a good project and this one seemed more than up to the task of distracting her from this strange town. "C'mon now blondie. Another ten and I'll check her out. That's how an estimate works. Any problems I find will cost actual more than your lunch to fix."