It was raining when I'd planned to go up and pick up the bike, so I waited 'til it "quit". Of course the weather was just trying to sucker me into a bit of a sprinkle on the way. Not enough to get soaked, but enough to get my glasses spotted.
Anyway, parts cost the same as if I'd bought them to install myself. Labor came in right at $10 U.S. - a bargain in my mind since it would probably have taken me a couple hours (at least) to do it myself. No shop manual so it's "feel as you go" for me, and I go slow. Anywho, the kid wheeled it out, fired it up, shut it down, fired it up - yep, the starter's working again. He showed me the old brushes from the starter, they didn't look too hot after almost a decade of service. Paid the cashier, handed the receipt to the nice girl running the shop counter, put on my helmet and gloves and went for a short spin. I'm gonna miss this little bike when it's gone, but hopefully it'll be replaced by a Royal Enfield when we get back in country.