But my stomach is empty, and I do need money…
“Max?” I call. “You ever wash cars here?”
“On occasion,” he yells from the back.
“Fine,” I grumble.
I find the soap, sponges, and two buckets. I get the water all nice and soapy and then cover the exhaust holes.
“Max, got a spray cleaner?” I call.
“Sure do, doll. Behind the cans in the back.”
I find it and give the bike a quick spritz. The less friction on a bike, the better.
After the spray sits a bit, I rinse it with the hose.
“Aren’t you going to suds it down?” the guy asks.
I give him a second look. He looks to be maybe in his early twenties. He’s a bit scrawny for a biker.
I start at the top of the bike and work my way down, careful not to use too much force. Normally, I would bend at the knees to wash as I get down lower, but I want the money. Who says I can trust him to give me extra? I can’t trust him, but I’m hungry enough that I bend over and even shake my ass some.
Thankfully, he stays back because if he reached out to touch me, I would’ve decked him.
As soon as a sponge is dirty, I grab another one and keep on washing. As soon as I finish washing, I quickly rinse it again. I don’t want to risk the soap drying and there being any swirls or streaks.
“How should I dry it?” I call to Max.
“You could just blow on it, doll,’ the guy says.
I ignore him and turn toward the back, waiting on Max.
“Leaf blower,” my boss says.
The guy bursts out laughing. “A leaf blower?”
"The best way to reduce any swirls is to have a hands-off approach," I inform him.
“All right, fine,” the guy says. “Now, you done?”
“Not yet. I have to lube the motorcycle chain.”
“Lube it real good,” he says with a smirk.
I don’t bother to hide the fact that I roll my eyes.
First, I check the master link. It was all secured, so I moved onto the sprockets, checking them out.
“Get to lubin’ already,” the guy grumbles.
“You’ll want me to check on your sprockets,” I inform him.
“Why’s that?”
“Well, they can wear down like any other part of a bike. You don’t want any shark fins.”
“Shark fins?”