She aint no Mona

So here she is, this is how I bought her and she only cost me one lung, and as I am sure most of you know, its a great bargain as neither of them work properly. 

So let me tell you a bit about her. Given birth to in 1968 by an Italian Aprilian nun and bought up nothing but semi skimmed milk would answer the question to why she only has a 50cc engine. She packs as much power as an ant on Viagra. Her kick start snapped off, the foot panels have a couple of holes, the carburetor was buggered and the breaks are a little soft, everything you would expect for a woman of that age. But she does come with a bit of original makeup, some nice racks, and overall, with 8 pints of Stella and a couple of shots of Bourbon she looks like a top class model. 

I am told that the carb is the problem, basically ladies, to put it simply, this is your husbands wallet, and in order for you to get it to work you need to pump money through it, in this case the fuel. No money, no go. So that will be my first task. Laters.