Pat Pend.
     As the days had gone on, the job at the wear house was completed due to the creator, his both brothers and other workers getting the job done. The wear house was empty and was leased to someone else. The daughter of the doctor who passed on had awarded the creator with a sack or previously rented gray colored, plastic, 8-bit video game cartages made for a popular video game system. After sorting out the video game cartages, the creator came across several duplicate video games which he didn't need. At that time, in the year of 1996, those 8-bit video games were just about obsolete unlike the 16-bit video games which were still popular. Perhaps, the creator could at least sell those games to buy  a used / second hand car. What the creator didn't know was, the depreciation of electronics.
     The creator knew some buddies of his who could or would been interested of some type of trading with him if they were not arrested that night at the pool hall. The creator had knew other friends of his however, they had gone into the armed service or had gotten married. The creator decided to store his game cartridges in a box until further notice. 
     There were components which the creator had installed on the outside of the panel box. A wooden dial was made for the radio's tuner. A light-up switch was installed for tail and head lights. Incase, if it gotten dark outside while riding the bike, a light display would be activated by a dimmer switch to light up the panel board during dawn or dusk. The creator felt that it was neat of the way the panel was being formed. Turning lights and brake light indicators were installed. A hole was made for the large output phone jack. There was so many external features on the panel board, the creator didn't what to make of it. With some painting to do, the bike was ready to rock.

     It was a beauty as the creator had thought. It appeared to be more power full than its, "NX" style. With the extra thick bike tires and modifications made to the gear system, This bike had a little more power and salability. The creator needed to call it something else. The creator has designated the name, "Thombogo Sunset Model 1996 Country Style Class" bike. With the bike's red painted frame, the dusk colored table/counter top material that was glued to the panel boxes particle board, the yellow milk crate, these were colors of the sun set during a warm breezy summer late evening out in the country.     
     The information with-in his vision was beginning to assemble together. With other abilities the creator currently possesses, the vision based on what information this presents or ghost in the ware house that day had, was able to upload information to the creator's thinking capacity to build an upgraded version of the, "NX" type bike.

     The creator had found a piece of used tying twine lying on the sidewalk. The idea came to him to wrap the twine around the broken bolts and secure the rear bike rack. The creator had placed the 55 (fifth-five Lbs.) pound chlorine drum on the rack and re-strapped the drum using couple of his bungee cords. The creator drove off. While the creator was riding his bike, he knew that winter would be coming again in a few months. The creator didn't want to go through the same scenario as he did with the previous winter. He did not want to carry another cardboard box which could misbalance himself while riding the bike and have food and other stuff fall through the loose tape from under the box which could cause a wipe-out on the street or a traffic issue due to handing the bike on slippery streets.
     The creator's father was so angry at his own van failing like that, that he decided to get off his wheel chair and walk outside using his cane to try something else. He give his son his wife's keys to the mother's family car and had asked his son to pull the family car out and drive the family car into the rear section of the garage. In the rear section of the workshop, the creator's father had an idea that, if he and his son, the creator, could remove some of the minor parts off the engine and let a mechanic replace the cylinder's rings alone, some expenses could be avoided. The creator's father knew that his truck or the family van was in a more worse condition than, the family car. If the creator's father was going to keep his appointment in order to go into the hospital for his leg operation, he had a week or so to get the family car running. The family van was beyond repair for the creator's father to be driven to the hospital. The creator had figured that no one else but his mother, was going to drive his father to his leg operation appointment. The creator had taken part in working on the family car's engine while his father would sit back with his cane and instructed him step by step on how to do the process before calling a mechanic.
     There was no way in reason why the creator was going to the employment placement agency which, his high-school's work program had provided for the creator before graduation. The creator had thought to himself as to why he would do that and then have at least a third of his weekly check take out each week for the job employment placement fee. The high school staff had over seen the creator's potential. The creator's both parents too, were unable to understand of why his high school wanted to the creator placed through their job placement agency. They both felt uncomfortable about it and refused.
     With accessories built for the bike and then bolted to the bike's frame for extra weight along with thick wide deep tread tires would give the, "NX" type bike more traction on the icy, slippery streets during the up-coming winter season. The creator also, had known that since the earth rotates back and forth on its latitude access during each year, the winter days get shorter and shorter causing less daylight. The creator knows that, if he is going to get around more often due to his bike performing more for him, he would also need to install lights and caution lights for safety for the longer winter darys to come. With the reflectors sometimes, falling off his both wheels due to salt rock eating at the plastic during the winter's street clearing season, the creator had plans of installing electrical reflectors instead.
    The creator's father was beginning to indicate some signs of giving up his workroom. The creator's father hasn't gone outside to tinker in his workroom next to the garage. The creator's father was always anxious to receive and read his wood working or tool catalogs in the mail. These unread books, still wrapped in plastic, catalogs had been piling up on a bookshelf in the next room near the kitchen. The creator knew that, something was really wrong with his father when, his father would ask him to go on his bike to the hardware store to purchase stuff in order, to make for repairs to the house whenever needed. The creator's father had asked the creator, his son, to use his tools in the work shop for now on whenever they would be needed for anything.
     The creator had brought his bike, formerly known as his mother's mountain bike into the workshop next to the garage. Nope, the creator wasn't just putting his bike away for the night, he had plans to make modifications on it that very night. The creator had followed every instruction possible which had approached from the back of his mind. The very first issue was, what to do with the busted up reflectors that were left on the wheels. Electronic PVC pipe pipes with built-in batteries would be the answer to install. The creator had no idea of where these thoughts were coming from but, to proceed with the construction. New style drag lights were created with-in the workshop for the bike. The PVC pipes which were used for the former drag lights were removed and destroyed to make room the new right & left-side drag lights. These both drag lights would be screwed down to the copper pluming pipes. An upgraded style case which appeared to be a mailbox was used for the battery with an AMP. meter and power switch installed. A milk crate was secured to the electric pipes located behind after the rack was removed. Two cases for the used car speakers were built and secured on both opposite sides of the milk crate. There was one rear speaker on the right side of the milk crate as well as one rear speaker on the left side of the milk crate. The creator wanted to hear that front and rear sound coming from the both sets of speakers just like a car. 

     A system of tail lights, rear turning signal lights and brake lights were created. Front left and right hand speakers were made as well as front turning signal lights. A wooden antenna with wire wrapped all around it was bolted to the milk crate. There was one more element to top it off. The creator needed something which would govern the whole electrical system on the bike. A panel box was designed and handcrafted to have the radio's circuit board installed inside of it along with a cassette tape player added inside. The was enough room left over to install the turning signal controller including other lights to go under the glass indicator panel itself. The was just enough space to build and install the speed indicator lights under the lower panel. There was over a hundred of electrical wires which the creator needed to organize through out the bike.

     The creator didn't know of any camping bags that would large enough to carry so much food. The creator had no financial funds to purchase a camping bag. Placing food on the rear rack at this point could cause the used tying twine to loosen and fall off the frame. There were times which the creator needed to make double trips to the grocery store to buy food. The milk crate laying next to the old bike in the ware house had given the creator an idea as a small trunk for an automobile. An, old wooden fishing tackle box laying on the milk crate next the rear wheel had given the creator the idea to upgrade his drag lights. The old fashion cash register laying the handle bars had given the creator the idea for a control system or a dash board for the bike. If there could be way put all these items into ideas somehow. 
     During the last week before the children would go back to school, the creator had tested the bike for traveling purposes. With its possible special inter-racial gear locking system, the bike can travel far without causing fatigue to the creator himself. The creator had known that, the older he had gotten, the more often would  have to get around too in his upgraded bike just as if he an automobile to drive. With the cost to repair the family van would be astronomical. With the creator having no income of his own and his both parents living on a fixed income, there was no hope of getting the family car or the family van both fixed together. School season had started. The creator wanted to go to school after high school, however the distance traveling to the nearest collage every would be a little rough. The nearest collage was over six miles away. It would be the time which would be taken by going to school and back. The main issue wasn't so much of the distance.

     The creator had gone back at his high school memories while looking at his, "Thombogo Sunset Model 1996 Country Style Class" bike in the work shop. He could never figured out way most but not all of his teachers could see his potential. Some people out there would have talent which helps them thought out life. Collages would see the potential which a student would have in high school and then, the collage would offer that student a scholarship. The creator had thought to himself that, if his high school had done this for him, he would be allot further in life by, being in school & working by now. The creator couldn't understand why he wasn't being hired after high school unlike what that lawyer at the bus stop had explained to him.

     Later the evening, the creator's mother gave him some money to pickup another fifty-five (55 Lbs) pound barrel of pool chlorine. He had gone to the floral shop, bought the barrel and headed back home, the bike rack with the barrel on it had collapse on him. The barrel had fallen on the street causing the chemical to be shaken up inside the barrel. Vapors from the barrel's vents were leaking out. While picking up the barrel, the creator had gotten and itch up in his nose from the vapors and sneezed. After mistakenly inhaling the vapors before sneezing, the combination of the chlorine gases and his frustration for the bike had given him a one-way trip to understanding what the information was meant in the wear house that day when he had felt a mysterious presents communicating with him. Was it a gift which the creator had an encounter with? It also had something to do with looking at that old bike sitting next to the brick wall which had all that stuff all around it in the ware house.
     Weeks and weeks had gone by while heading into the late summer. No employment was calling on the creator for his needs. The creator's parents were aware of this issue and his father alone had asked the creator, his youngest son once again, to stay home and help him and his mother with the house and stuff. The creator's father had given his son the keys to start his van. It was time to idle the engine again, once a week for twenty (20) minutes. The creator started the engine and place the mini tool vice up against the gas pedal to avoid the engine dying out. The creator sat there in the driver's seat mining his own business until his mother approached him with a sandwich and a cola drink. She thanked him for riding his bike to go to store for the groceries. She had ask him to slowly press in the gas pedal according to her husband's instructions. The creator's father told his wife to tell him, the creator to idle the engine faster.
     The creator had done just that. The idle was up to twelve-hundred (1,200) R.P.M.'s. The creator's mother had asked the creator to kick it up fifth-teen-hundred (1,500) R.P.M.'s. At this point, the creator could see the windshield wipers fluttering. The radio antenna located at the front-right of the hood was starting to wiggle. Some loud fire-cracker noises was coming out of the rear tail pipe of the family van. As the creator was told to kick it up to seven-teen-hundred (1,700) R.P.M.'s, a pungent rotted cherry like odor was coming from under the truck along with burning oil causing to smoke into the cabin section.

     The creator had released the accelerator and shut the van off instantly. The creator's mother was going to grab for the starter and shut it off for the creator if he didn't shut it off first. The creator had pulled himself under the truck. Leaking hot transmission fluid was leaking from the transmission itself. Oil was leaking from the engine's oil pan. The creator told his father about it along with the mother. After sitting in his wheel chair and thinking about the issue for only a few minutes, his conclusion was, the transmission ring was blown and the oil pan gasket both were cracking up due to old age. After the family van had sat for an hour after shut down, two large puddles were on the driveway concrete. Now, what would the creator do?