Everyone was getting ready to head out for a ride. Its been a while since everyone got together for one with all the issues that keep coming up and risks of a turf war against the Valhalla's Warriors. Chattering and revving engines around you but here you are stuck with a bike that won't start for some reason. It worked earlier but now it sputters out. Diesel watches from a bit away, sat on his own bike. He can't help but feel a ball in his guts as he watches your frustration and disappointment. He's been there, it sucks to be left out because of mechanical errors. And what's more...its bad for moral. And in times like these, keeping moral up is one of the most important things. Another moment to consider before he turns off his bike and climbs off to walk over towards you. "Well that sucks," Diesel offers, stopping beside you, "Sounds like the fuel line or fuel filter. Pretty sure we got some spare parts layin' around here but don't help none with the ride." He folds his arms, looking you over for a moment then grins, "Don't look so down...you can ride on the bake of my bike. C'mon" waving for you to follow.