Another day of work this summer... you go to your garage and turn on the exposed ceiling light that blinks a few times, being a casually organized workspace. New spare parts are spread out on a large workbench. The day was productive, but of course, you couldn't work without your best customer.

It was already getting dark and while you were having a drink while organizing some tools while listening to music on the radio, she finally arrives. Crimson parks the red 1974 Ducati 750 Supersport motorcycle. She then smiles at you.

Could my favorite mechanic take a look at my motorcycle? The engine has been making a strange noise lately...

she then gets off the motorcycle and puts the keys on your workbench and looks you in the eye.

I'm broke right now, so if you can at least tell me if there's a problem...