Biking off a cliff

I'm a missionary again, after having already gone home. Now I'm back in Taiwan for the second time. I'm trying to get to a house of a church member, using the subway to get there. After boarding the train, I review the way I need to get there in my head. I know roughly where their house is and roughly where the subway station I'm heading to is in relation to their house. But then I remember that they told me to get off at a particular subway station, which is in the opposite direction that I'm traveling. I have no idea why they want me to get off there... maybe it connects somehow or I remembered the location wrong. crap. Well, at least my subway card gets charged based where you enter and exit the subway, not which trains you get on or how far you go.

I get off at the next stop and get off the train. Conveniently, the train heading in the opposite direction has just arrived, so I board it. After some time, I realize that I have no idea what stop I need to get off at. I get off at the next stop to ask an attendant where I need to be going. I see a custodian and ask him. He explains that I need to get off at the Kaohsiung main station, and change over to the other subway that is at a higher level in the ground than this one. It has an entrance that is roughly ten minutes by foot away from the Kaohsiung main station.

I finally arrive at the Kaohsiung main station and see my two new companions who are there waiting for me. They have three bikes with them, one for me. I lead the way since I've lived here before and know the ares. I take us on a shortcut that goes through the mountain forest. Riding quickly through the forest path lined with small shacks and houses, I see a very steep hill up ahead that goes straight down for maybe 100 meters. I remember last time I was here, years ago, I rode my bike down this hill safely, so I go over the edge of the hill without even slowing down. I definitely should have slowed down. As my bike leaves the ground, I realize that this hill looks much more like a mountain cliff now, and that even going slowly down that hill would be quite frightening and dangerous. After soaring through the air for several seconds, my bike lands forcefully on the ground. While I should probably be dead on a destroyed bike, instead I landed painlessly on the ground on both wheels, still sitting securely on my bike. I watch my tires slowly deflate. When my companions make it down the cliff, I rotate my tires to let them see. The rubber had melted from the heat and force of the impact.

I remember from when I lived here before that there was a bike shop at the top of the cliff. I go back up the cliff, somehow effortlessly, leaving my companions behind. This is a breach of protocol, but for some reason since this is my second time, I feel like I should be allowed to go off by myself this time.

I arrive at the shack which once was the bike shop. The bike repair man is still there but has posted a sign on his door saying, "Temporarily closed down, if not for good." He's outside doing yard work, so I talk to him and ask, "你可以幫我修這個破掉的輪胎嗎？ (Can you help me fix my flat tire?)" He replies to me in Spanish, saying that he doesn't do this anymore. I reply, "哦, 生意不好嗎？ (oh, was business not going so well?)" After a long pause, I continue, "不然我可以走路到哪裡去修我的輪胎？ (Well then where can I walk to to get my tires fixed?)" I specifically say 走路 (walking), hoping for some pity and that he still has the tools and parts to fix it for me anyway, because I know the nearest place has to be pretty far from us.