The Rusty Jockey

“This sucks.“ the jockey thought after seeing the ragged state of the floating coaster that would serve as his ride in the upcoming tournament. The sounds of various machines attested how busy the workshop was.

If he wanted to have a chance to compete he would have to fix up his ride in the next week. The only problem being that he doesn’t have the money to pay a mechanic or buy new parts to do it himself.

To see how bad it really is, he tried examining the core mechanisms of the floatation engine. When he opened the bonnet, his nose was immediately attacked by the smell of rust. He started to unwind the screws of a fuel tank to get to the interesting stuff below, but before he could even unscrew a single screw, all the screws crumbled to dust simultaneously, the tank plummeting down onto the other parts. Before he would do more damage he decided to try something else instead.

Since he didn’t have anything to loose by trying, he approached the nearest mechanic, pointing towards his coaster with a smile: “G’day sir, might I interest you in a little project of mine? I don’t have any money though.”. He pointed towards his coaster with a smile. Looking at the nearly unidentifiable pile of run down parts the mechanic answered: “You’re a funny bugger. You know what, I’ll tell my colleague to come and take a look at it. He’s obsessed with these oldsters so there’s a chance that he might help you just because of that.”

“Thanks mate. After I win I’ll hold a barbie to which you two absolutely have to come”

“You mean if you win.” the mechanic tried to point out.

“Sure.” The jockey said flashing a wide, cheeky grin.