Well, now I’ve gone and done it. Yesterday I purchased a Yamaha motorbike. And then I gave it away.
Jane is my friend who lives on the mountain with her two half-American (Fil-Am) children. The father died a couple of years ago, and the support money he had been sending from the states died with him. I adopted Jane as my primary charity project and provided her an allowance of 2000 pesos per week to feed and clothe her kids. On Tuesday, when she came to pick up the money, she said there was something wrong with the engine of her motorbike. I gave her an extra thousand to get it looked at, but I had my doubts. I know nothing about these small scooters, but hers just looked worn out to me. And sure enough, she messaged me later saying they had torn the engine apart and there was so much wrong it didn’t warrant repair.
Jane was really stressing out, and I can’t say that I blame her. She lives up on the mountain past the end of Rizal Extension, down a dirt road. It’s a long way from anywhere. In fact, I first met Jane when one of the hikers I was with who knew her husband introduced us as we walked by her place. Her biggest concern was not having a way to get her kids to and from school. Getting groceries and other supplies would also be a major pain in the ass. I asked her how much it would cost to replace her scooter, and she estimated it would be 60,000 pesos ($1200.). I was actually surprised because I assumed it would cost a lot more than that. I thought it over, and not seeing any alternatives, I told her to see if she could get a new one, but only if the shop accepted credit cards. My thinking was I could pay down the debt gradually and not bust my budget.
This is a funny country in that credit cards are not accepted in many stores–I only use mine at Royal supermarket each week. The first couple of motorbike shops she checked didn’t accept card payments, but she finally found one that did deep in the heart of Olongapo. I had my driver take Jane and me there yesterday afternoon. The bike she found was 75,000 ($1500.), but it appears to be a quality brand-name scooter. I’d never made a purchase that large on my card before and wasn’t sure it would work, but the transaction went through on the first try—and Jane road rode home on her brand-new motorbike*.
She messaged me later, sending photos, including the one above. One of her pics was from a church where she had stopped to thank the Lord for my generosity. Well, I guess I can take “credit” this time. *ahem* That was a record-breaking charity expenditure for me, but it was also one that will make a huge difference in someone’s life. I don’t know what Jane would have done up there without transportation. I feel blessed that I had the means to assist her, even though I had to charge the gift. Good luck and ride safely, Jane!
In other news, I also performed my feeding project at Hideaway. Spending 1500 on food (pizza, chicken, liempo, and rice) seemed like a pittance after buying a motorbike.
Joy asked if I wanted to play pool, and I didn’t, but I said you play your pal Jen, and I’ll give the winner a hundred pesos. And the game was on.
And in the end, it was Joy who prevailed. I paid off both players, then paid my bar tab and said goodnight. I wasn’t done yet, of course. Next stop, Cheap Charlies!
I bought drinks for two of my regulars and ignored the one who didn’t remember my name. I guess she got the hint because she got up and walked away. Now I actually feel a little bad about my behavior, but one girl on each side of me is plenty. After a couple of more drinks, I crossed the highway and finished my night at Wet Spot.
What else? Well, it’s my little brother’s birthday:
I did the Wednesday Walkers hike, well, as much as I could manage. The old lungs have been acting up–a lot of coughing and shortness of breath. And then we did a steep-ass climb early on, and I was wiped out for the rest of the walk.
Shortly afterward, I said my goodbyes to the group and took my sorry ass home. Of course, there was a trip to the motorbike store in my immediate future, but I’ve already told that story.
And that’s how my Wednesday went down. Hope to see you all here tomorrow.
*Fixed the errors. Thanks, Kevin!
and Jane road home on her brand new motorbike.
“Come on, man!”
—Joe Biden
I’m glad Jane’s a happy camper. Long may she ride.
I took a picture of Easter mountain so I could pause and try and catch my breath.
Yeah, I know the feeling. I’ve done the whole “catch my breath under cover of taking a picture” thing.
Good walk! And you walked that plank, too, I gather? I thought you normally avoided untrustworthy-looking bridges.
on her brand new motorbike.
Forgot to mention the phrasal-adjective error! Hyphenate phrasal adjectives when they come before the noun they modify:
a six-foot-tall man
a tax-paying citizen
a brand-new bike
a cum-sucking whore
There’s some argument over whether to hyphenate phrases that are so familiar as to never be confused with anything else. For example:
a high school student (or)
a high-school student
I think a lot of style manuals these days say that not hyphenating in the above case is okay, but I’m old school, so I hyphenate.
This sort of hyphenation rule is mainly for clarity’s sake.
a violent weather seminar (a seminar on weather turns into a brawl)
a violent-weather seminar (a seminar on violent weather)
I stole the above example from some manual or other.
What about a six-foot, tax-paying, brand-new, cum-sucking whore? Still need the hyphens?
Just here to command you on the kind hearted gesture. (Whoops. kind-hearted gesture.) More real-world, life-changing, difference-making action than the combined tweets of the entire American left since 2013.
commend? co-mend? come-end? Anyway, definitely not command.
That “road” thing is scary and happening with increasing frequency–you should see the mistakes I catch BEFORE hitting the “publish” button. For whatever reason, I rote it wrong and read write over it. (Sorry, couldn’t help myself)
And thanks for the hyphen lesson; I never really knew the rules for that, and your examples made it much clearer. The challenge will be finding new ways to screw-up. (yeah, that’s me being funny again)
Walking that plank wasn’t so bad because the consequences of failure were minimal. Had the bridge been higher above the water I’d have taken the wet feet option.
Thanks, Dan. Every little bit helps. And your wish is my commend! 🙂