Ben, a tall American clearly out of his element, walks his motorbike through the streets of Hanoi, leaking motor oil all over the ground. Eventually he arrives at a repair shop which he can recognize by all the tools and equipment all of the floor of shop, the strong scent of pure gasoline, and by man with motor oil all over his shirt and sleeves, squatting down and playing some sort of game on his phone. Excuse me, Ben says, I seem to be having some troubles with my motorbike. The mechanic looks up at Ben with less expression on his face than a skeleton. Ben continues, You are the mechanic, I presume. The mechanic gives a subtle nod then looks back at his phone. Ben says, Well, there seems to be a significant amount of liquid leaking from my bike, that seems to be enough proof that something is wrong. The man gives no response, he doesn't even budge when he looks around but sees no other repair shops within range. This place is his only option. He tries again to generate a response from the mechanic, Please help me sir, this bike is like my child. It's limited edition Honda Wave I bought years ago. It has been so durable, this is the first time it has given me any problems besides some small stuff. Please help me fix it.. The mechanic puts away his phone and without saying a word the mechanic puts on a pair of big clear goggles like he is about to conduct a science experiment. Then he grabs a hammer from the wall, walks over to the motorbike and starts recklessly banging the motorbike in the general section where the bike was leaking. From Ben's perspective this seemed odd, but he had no choice but to trust him. The man was Ben's only ray of hope. All of sudden a piece falls off the bike and motor oil sprays all over the walls and the mechanic. Unfazed, the mechanic gets up and calmly starts the bike. It starts and the engine sounds better than ever. The mechanic then walks over to Ben and holds out his hand. Two million Dong, the mechanic says. Ben happily pays, gets on his bike and drives away.