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ASLANOVS_LESSONS
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ASLANOVS_LESSONS
SUCCESSLC
 PDFBOOKSYOUNEED
WAY TO IELTS SUCCESS – READING SOLUTION 1 
DAY 10 
VOCABULARY PART
 
The Mechanic
 
Martin was lying on his back trying to loosen a bolt under the engine of a motorbike. A large pair of boots 
appeared by his head and he looked up. “Could you take a look at my bike? I know what’s wrong. It’s the fuel 
injection,” said the owner of the boots. Martin stood up slowly, wiping his hands on a dirty cloth. The last thing 
he needed was another know-it-all motorbike enthusiast telling him how to do his job. He had often wondered 
how so many bike owners managed to convince themselves they understood engines better than he did, simply 
because they had read the owner’s manual. 
The bike was on the road just outside the workshop and Martin went out to take a look. He hoped the 
biker wouldn’t notice his slight limp. He hated to think that people felt sorry for him and looked down on him 
as not quite a whole man. Five years ago he’d had a very bad accident that put him in hospital for three months. 
He’d been riding his bike down a main road late one night when someone pulled out of a side street straight 
into his path. He was lucky not to have been killed on that lonely road. Fortunately, now the only sign of his 
terrible injuries was his odd way of walking. 
Martin began to wheel the bike into the workshop while the owner fired questions at him. He wanted to 
know if he could fix it, how long it would take and how much it would cost. Martin looked at the man blankly. 
“I won’t know until I’ve had a look at it,” he replied, trying not to sound annoyed. “Come back tomorrow and 
I’ll let you know.” It was always the same with owners. They asked questions that you couldn’t possibly answer 
until you had opened up the engine. He tried to be patient with his customers but, as his girlfriend, Michelle, 
often pointed out, he wasn’t very good at it. 
The one thing he was brilliant at was repairing motorbikes. No matter what condition they were in, he’d 
get them back on the road again. He thought of himself as a special kind of doctor who investigated all the 
symptoms in order to get the patient well again. Martin examined Big-Foot’s bike. It was an old BMW and it 
had seen better days. The engine was covered in oil and dirt and the brake pads looked dangerously worn. 
Martin doubted it had been serviced for a very long time. He smiled to himself. The owner probably wouldn’t 
even recognise his own bike by the time he’d finished with it. 
He pulled his tool box over to the bike and started work. He wanted to get a good look inside the engine 
before Michelle turned up. She seemed to think that if she didn’t bring him his lunch every day that he would 
be in danger of starving to death. Whenever he tried to tell her that he was more than happy to get himself a 
pizza from across the road she would pull a face and mutter something about his health. He still wasn’t sure if 
he liked her coming to the workshop or not. Her food was excellent but she had a nasty habit of moving his 
carefully arranged tools to make room for the food on his workbench. 
He was concentrating so much on what he was doing that he didn’t hear her come into the workshop. 
“Come on, time to get your vitamins,” she said, pulling on his ear playfully. He gave her a stern look and 
pretended to be annoyed, but he couldn’t keep it up for long. Her good humour was infectious. It was true that 
her visit had a good effect on him. She always managed to lighten his mood. 
Michelle leaned against his workbench and looked at him with a thoughtful expression on her face. He 
couldn’t tell what she was thinking because he’d never been able to work out anything about how women’s 
minds worked. All he knew was that they were nothing like motorbike engines, which he understood perfectly. 
“You’re looking very tired and stressed,” she said. “I think we need a bike ride down to the sea.” Martin had to 
agree that it sounded like a very good idea. He grabbed his keys. 

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