PCC witch reanimated my dead motorcycle

I moved to Seattle a few years ago, work near a PCC, and ride a motorcycle. A few weeks ago I was gearing up near the PCC entrance where I had parked, getting ready to ride home after work. I noticed an older woman staring at me while I was gearing up, and, being a product of living in a large city, was instantly on-guard, like “why is this stranger staring at me, what do they want from me?”

I hopped on my bike, turned the key, flipped the ignition switch, only to hear an unusual crackle of electricity and then my lights suddenly going out. The motorcycle went totally dark – no life. No amount of fiddling with keys or switches or buttons changed anything. I started to panic because I didn’t have time or money for a tow (my grandparent’s funeral was out of state the following day and I needed to catch my flight). I began to panic when the woman started talking to me.

Apparently she’d been staring at me because she used to ride, too! Instantly went from creepy stranger to new friend. I explained the situation and she suggested we stare at the sky together for a bit. I work in the field of mental health and could appreciate the wisdom in her suggestion, so we proceeded to stare at the sky for a bit together until I calmed down.

We spent the next 10-15 minutes going through a list of what could possibly be causing the non-start without any success. I again felt the panic rising and explained to her that I didn’t have the time or money to tow the motorcycle and that I was scared PCC would tow it for me, costing me even more. She looked into my eyes and said “there is one more thing we can try.” She said, “I want you to hold my belongings” and handed me her purse, “because I need you to trust me, otherwise it won’t work.” I’m thinking – good lord, this woman thinks she is going to do some magic on my bike and that’s going to help me. But then I remembered that she said I had to trust her, so I prayed to Lilith and summoned every faithful bone in my body to believe her. This woman sat still on my motorcycle, touching nothing, doing what I can only imagine was summoning energy, for about a solid minute. She gently turned the key. The monitor lit up. She flipped the ignition switch. The motor roared to life.

I burst into tears of gratitude and it was clear from her reaction that she was not at all surprised by the outcome. She wouldn’t accept any repayment, just encouraged me to get home safely, then walked into the PCC, presumably to buy newt eyes and an olipop.

I haven’t seen her since and don’t know if I’ll see her again, but I’m grateful to live in a city where Hell’s Angels witches watch over me.

TLDR: my motorcycle wouldn’t start until a local energy worker(??) did some magic(??) and it sprang to life.