breakdown

you just know its coming to you when you think 2litres of petrol is going to last forever. especially in the summer just when to decide to go on the brink of the moment to a cousins place, on a scorching hot summer day,and it breaks down far away from any petrol bunk.
you probably think you dont deserve this kind of thing, but yeah youve to lug it around till you think you're going to die of exhaustion dragging around not only the bloody scooter but also the two extra huge books you decided to borrow from the library the exact same day , just wishing books on architecture dint have to be so bloody huge.
you eventually do reach the petrol bunk, where the guy makes fun of you sayin dint you check the meter maam (it isnt working by the way), but when the thing starts up again you thank the gods n men involved who made it(i did), atleast you dont have to walk all the way back home.