6/29 The Mechanics

As you turn into our tiny crooked street, there is a tiny crooked mechanics stall.  Two men work there from before dawn till way after dusk.  They fix motorbikes, of course, as that's all that can fit into or next to their 4'x2' stall.  Neither of them have legs.  They both push themselves around on flat wheeled pieces of wood and at night load up their tools in a wagon powered by a push wheel common in Asia.  I just noticed them today ... and I've been here for almost two weeks.