The scooter is officially on the road and I am a fan. It took approximately five feet of driveway to decide this was going to work for me. I took it to work that morning, buzzing down roads that were all new from a fresh perspective. No more being boxed in a car, I thought to myself as the scent of wisteria mixed with petrol washed over me. The journey and I have become the same entity.
Subway was the next adventure where we met Mr. Smith and his motorcycle for lunch. After work me and the scooter filled up the tank for the first time with premium for under $3 and then zipped over to a girl’s night out party.
FYI: Two six packs of beer fit in the spacious compartment under the seat, by the way, but I only bought one and shared.
As we putted down the road together after the party I was bathed in moonlight and the cool scent of night (mixed with petrol) while the space station wheeled over head, a speck, but there. This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I scootered down them both,And that has made all the difference.My take on Robert Frost’s original poem,
Glad you’re enjoying it but is there supposed to be a constant smell of petrol?
No cutting up any Hells Angels please or even Mr Smith on his bike, they won’t like it.
Hugs