My boyfriend and I went out for a motorcycle ride on his just-back-from-the-shop Yamaha 750. We were about 35 miles from home when the bike's engine decided it only wanted to run on one cylinder. We limped it to a somewhat nearby truck stop, hoping to find someone with a tool kit.

Alas, no.

So we called one of our neighbors and had him go to our house and get our Toyota pick-up, then drive it to the truck stop so we could haul the bike home and eventually back to the shop.

Which is why I do not look happy in this picture.