Smelly Ivan Fixes Mondo's Brakes

Dear Readers,

I apologize for my recent absense. Apparently it is illegal to operate a motor vehicle under the influence of alcohol, even if that motor vehicle is a customer's ATV in for it's first service, and you are just drag racing in the company parking lot and a little of the street during an ice storm. And if you do it more than once in a 6 month period, the state gives you a 3o day vacation at taxpayer expense.

So let's get caught up, OK?

Mondo can do most basic repairs to his weird motorcycle, which is a brand we don't sell. But he would rather use his valuable time to fleece an unsuspecting public caught up in the latest cruiser craze. So he decided to ask Smelly Ivan to replace his brake pads in exchange for a twelve pack of beer.

I think the mistake Mondo made was giving Smelly Ivan the beer when he gave him the bike and brake pads.

It was night and the Lazy K was closed when Mondo got on his bike and rode away. As he was leaving, he noticed a scraping sound and sparks flying from both front rotors. It was fairly dramatic in the dark, sort of like sparklers, and would have looked really neat in a parade. Mondo decided to stop the bike. Smelly Ivan staggered over and looked at the rotors with a flashlight. He couldn't figure out why the bolts holding the calipers on were now digging into the rotors. So he decided to take the calipers off again.

Once he got them off, Smelly Ivan noticed that two of the bolts were about an inch shorter than the other two. He mentioned that he hadn't noticed this before, and figured out that he had put the long bolts where the short ones were meant to go. Once they put the right bolts in the right holes, the fireworks were over, and all Mondo has to remind him of the cost of prepaying for labor with beer is two large gashes running along the front brake rotors.

I think Mondo figured out that Smelly Ivan is an idiot.