"This motorcycle was only delivered a week ago; logically, it should be able to ride at least five thousand kilometers without needing major maintenance..."
"I might have... ridden it a bit too much." Mavuika rarely showed a hint of embarrassment: "And some roads were very dusty."
Tony looked at him, suddenly having an ominous premonition.
The third time, it was only a day later.
This time the problems were more complex: the front fork was leaking oil, the shock absorber had failed, and the handlebars were shaking severely at high speeds.
"Where on earth did you ride it to?" Tony was practically interrogating him.
"The front fork seal is broken; this kind of damage only occurs after a strong impact. Did you jump off a cliff with it?"
Mavuika blinked: "I just went over a rather high step."
"How high?"
"...Maybe less than two meters?"
Tony closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a sense of resigned calm in his gaze.
"Mavuika..." he said, his voice unusually calm, "We need to talk about how you use this motorcycle."
But the conversation clearly had no effect.
At most three to five days, never more than a week, and at least one or two days, Mavuika would call Tony's number and say in that lighthearted tone: "Tony, the motorcycle has a small problem again. Where are you? I'll come find you."
Tony was speechless.
What is wrong with this guy? Is he riding the motorcycle or intentionally destroying it? How can it break so quickly?
Does he not have a job or work to do? Does he have nothing else to do every day but ride around wildly?
These questions swirled in Tony's mind, but he never asked them directly.
On one hand, he vaguely felt that Mavuika's identity was not simple, and these questions might involve privacy; on the other hand... every time he saw Mavuika appear riding the motorcycle with that free-spirited attitude, Tony felt that perhaps this was the lifestyle he had chosen.
It's just that this lifestyle is too harsh on the motorcycle.
What made Tony even more devastated was the frequency of repairs. As a genius inventor and heir to Stark Industries, his time was very precious.
Designing new weapon systems, improving the company's product lines, handling various business affairs... and his favorite parties and social events.
But now, all this time was being squeezed out by Mavuika's motorcycle.
"Mr. Stark, the meeting with Hammer Industries has been moved to tomorrow at 3 PM. Is that okay?" Pepper asked over the phone.
"No, I have to repair a motorcycle tomorrow afternoon," Tony answered subconsciously.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone: "...Repair a motorcycle?"
"Yes, a motorcycle. The front shock absorber needs to be replaced entirely. It will probably take two hours."
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