You're out in the middle of humping nowhere. Check that, not nowhere
, you know fugging well where you are, which is between several places of interest. All of them reeeeeally far away. It's late morning. The sun's already baking, and it's supposed to get up to one forty in the next couple hours. You and yours should be on the way back to Depot now.
Who has the busted tailpipe, Motley? Who's fault is it, really?
Good news is that no raider worth their sweat would be out here in the heat. Bad news is that if Motorhead can't get the bike fixed, you will have to leave it. And it won't be worth much by the time you get back. If some scavenging chum doesn't slip away with it.
What do you do?