AH DAMN, I’LL JUST HAVE TO KEEP PEEPING

AH DAMN, I’LL JUST HAVE TO KEEP PEEPING

A few weeks ago, a friend dropped in with a newly-purchased Vario 150. Nice machine, what got me all excited was the horn. None of this feeble chicken peep rubbish for this baby – this had the klaxon from hell, emitting a blast that would put a truckie to shame, all while blowing squirrels out of trees within a radius of 500 metres.

Needless to say, I HAD to have one.

Seeing I

can’t afford a new bike, and the Bali government in its infinite wisdom has banned the sale of new bikes and cars to any foreigner with a Retirement KITAS anyway, I thought I had solved the problem.

Today, when I took my Honda 125 in for a service, I asked for a Vario 150 horn as a replacement for my chicken peeper. “Why would you want to do that?” asked the bemused service guy. I told him. He cackled. “It’s exactly the same horn as yours on the 150 – no difference.”

I must have looked dubious, because he led me to the showroom, switched on the ignition on a brand-new 150 and pressed the horn button.

“Peep!” said the bike. Oh. How embarrassment.

“Variasi.” said the guy. “Your friend has gone to a bengkel and replaced the horn with a car horn.”

Bugger. Crestfallen, I rode home with my newly-serviced bike. It goes like a cut cat, but still says ‘peep’.

AH DAMN, I'LL JUST HAVE TO KEEP PEEPING

* by Vyt Karazija

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