Kids these days have no respect. Needless to say, I AM PISSED OFF! Try to make a long story short, helped out a local kid that needed his RM80 rebuilt. New crank assy all the way up. So he brings me the engine minus the cylinder which was getting resleeved or whatever he said, I never did see it. So I did the split and replaced the crank. Took extra care CLEANING EVERYTHING, motor was filthy. Reassembled it and gave it back without the top end, as his cylinder wasn't ready yet. I offered to finish everything (top end included) and install the motor and test fire, basically his guarantee, for $50 more. He decided his step brother would finish it, and turned me down. I charged him $120 for the work I did, and washed my hands. He brought it home, slapped it together, and from what I heard through the grapevine, seized it up. When I asked him what happened, he denied the seizure, but then later tried using it against me saying I was "admitting to screwing it up" by stating that it was seized. Anyway, he gets it running again, and shortly thereafter lost his spark. He had it posted for sale as is, "needs a coal", or coil if you don't understand textard. "It's like only a fordy doller part". Whatever, I e-mailed back, offering an RM 125 coil for $20, but said I wasn't sure if it was the same, he could try it and pay after, if it did work. He didn't know if the stator or CDI was the problem, and I was beyond the point of being WILLING to help at his house with no tools on hand, or picking up the bike with my own truck. I get another e-mail, "the coal doesn't fit".
I wasn't sure if it just didn't mount up in the right spot or if the wiring was wrong. I suggested just trying to mount it with one bolt to ground it and try it like that, if the plug is the same, just so he knows if he needs a coil or a stator. Next text I get is the same, "I said the coal doesn't fit."
I responded "sorry for wasting your time, should have known better than to go out of my way to try to help ungrateful punks." Then I'm "a fucking asshole, eh guy, and don't call me a fucking punk K!" I called the little pricks father to make him aware of the situation, as he was the one who called me in the first place, begging me to buy the bike or help fix it. He's a cidiot who doesn't have a clue about engines, just knows they take gas. Doesn't know how to raise his bastard of a son, either. 10 mins after getting off the phone, the little prick is back at me with his vulgarity. And he's supposedly 13.
Now the bastard is inviting me to "come get it"
, I told him maybe Santa Clause needs to give him some "coal" in his stocking.
More cussing. I was at the point where I was ready to go there and punch his moron father out for being so useless. Am I the asshole here???
Make a joke and I will sigh, and you will laugh, and I will cry.
