I ask for help, never thought I'd ever would.
But after years of misfortune I reached my breaking point...
The motorcycle I'm asking help with was the sole thing left in my possession. In short, here is what happened the last couple of years until now...
After working as a cook on boats and platforms, taking care of the crew as a housefather would for his family. Out of the blue the chief of personnel calls me a few hours before new years eve with the news that I was fired. Later found out I got replaced by someone who was cheaper to the company purely based on his nationality.
This was devestating news as me and my fiancée had just bought a house. I immediately found another job and started working seven days a week. Doing up to fourteen hours daily in an attempt to keep up with the bills. After a while I started to lose contact with those around me as all I did was work and sleep. A few months later we were forced to sell our house. Ended up leaving each other soon after.
Going home one day i fell asleep in my car. Next thing i know i was stuck under a heavy truck, the back fender touching my forehead. The car totalled but I was relatively ok.... My father offered me the use of his motorcycle as I needed transportation to work.
Ended up riding almost every day for the last three years. No mather witch season or weather.
Until now.... The moment I ask for your help.
For a month now I've been stuck in bed. Broken shoulder, hardly being able to move because of a nerve that has been damaged in my lower back. Driving home from work a bicycle without lights shot out of an alley and while evading him I launched the motorcycle over a roundabout crashing into a few roadsigns.
She (the motorcycle) was in pretty bad shape to. The only thing that I not yet had lost. The last....
The joy of riding. And even if for only a few moments I could clear my head getting lost on the road. The tears in my fathers eyes as he gave her to me, asking to take good care of her. Bit by bit i had restored and overhauled her, to one day be returned in better shape as he had ever seen. It hurts me so to see her all mangled up.
My hope and dream now is to repair her back into original state. Out of respect for my father and out of love for her, a 1997 honda flat-six Valkyrie. I don't have the physical or financial power to do this at the moment. So I am reaching out this way.