Roadside Rescue: How a Motorcycle Starter Motor Saved Our Weekend Ride

The morning air smelled fresh with pine as my friends and I met in the parking lot of Mountain View Diner. Our motorcycles shone in the sunlight—Jake’s old cruiser, Mia’s fast sport bike, and my favorite, a cherry-red motorcycle named "Scarlet" that I’d spent all winter fixing up. Today was supposed to be our first big ride of the season, a scenic trip through the mountain roads with a picnic at the overlook. But when I pressed the starter button, all I heard was a weak whir before it went silent. "Come on, Scarlet," I mumbled, trying again. This time, there was no sound at all. My heart felt heavy as I kicked down the stand and knelt by the engine. Jake leaned over, his leather jacket creaking as he bent down. "Starter’s dead," he said, tapping the motor. "Happens to old bikes. The cold winter probably messed it up." Mia checked her watch, her smile disappearing. "We’re supposed to meet the others in an hour. The overlook gets packed on...