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To say that Bart had a plan was usually a case of being overly optimistic. In this case, he would have to be very grateful to Jessica for actually making the idea come together. He'd just wanted to tinker with the various mechanical contraptions and maybe build something of his own. The chances of anything being built during the island's holiday mood theme sicking around afterwards was essentially zero, so it couldn't be anything elaborate.
Thankfully one of them was good at planning the whole thing out, because they’d totally needed it by the end. Bart mostly did a lot of running out for parts. And felt really guilty about that, to be honest. Still, putting together their own mechanized wonder in about a week really wasn’t a bad deal.
The actual project turned out to be a lot easier than they'd had any right to expect, possibly because they just had to find a way to mount a motor on a rebuild bike chassis. In the garage, the steam-powered motorcycle looked to be running perfectly, but that didn't mean that it was a perfect idea to go with a test drive.
And there could be kinks to work out. Or spot repairs to make. Or something. Bart wasn’t really sure, but there usually was something that went wrong. The universe just worked that way. At least they didn’t actually have to worry about the phantom Londoners. They didn’t seem to be solid enough to actually run over in the event of an accident.
"I think I should be the one doing the test drive," Bart commented, as they wheeled the bike out. "I think you'd be in trouble with someone if you end up in the clinic again."
Thankfully one of them was good at planning the whole thing out, because they’d totally needed it by the end. Bart mostly did a lot of running out for parts. And felt really guilty about that, to be honest. Still, putting together their own mechanized wonder in about a week really wasn’t a bad deal.
The actual project turned out to be a lot easier than they'd had any right to expect, possibly because they just had to find a way to mount a motor on a rebuild bike chassis. In the garage, the steam-powered motorcycle looked to be running perfectly, but that didn't mean that it was a perfect idea to go with a test drive.
And there could be kinks to work out. Or spot repairs to make. Or something. Bart wasn’t really sure, but there usually was something that went wrong. The universe just worked that way. At least they didn’t actually have to worry about the phantom Londoners. They didn’t seem to be solid enough to actually run over in the event of an accident.
"I think I should be the one doing the test drive," Bart commented, as they wheeled the bike out. "I think you'd be in trouble with someone if you end up in the clinic again."
