Fixing the Scout Bike

Clattering right down the main ramp—wait, a scout motorcycle tipped on its side! Not on my perimeter. I stomped over, propping my heavy staff weapon against a stone mounting hitch. The front fairing had snapped clean off its clip, and the front rubber tire was pinched between two dislodged grey curbstones. Unacceptable! I leaned down, hooking my white talons under the front fork assembly. One sharp, upward heave—pop! The fork snapped solidly back onto the handlebar chassis with a crisp plastic thud. I gave the tread a brisk spin with my claw tip. Whirrr! Clean rotation. Patrol mobility restored!