Joined
·
2,394 Posts
So I'm taking the streets home from the mountains and pass by a herd of scooters on a cross street. I'm the last one across the light and the scooters have a turn arrow, so they all get behind me. About 50 of them, and I'm the leader. Went for about four miles before I turned off. I hope my friends didn't see me.
The smell of all that two stroke oil, and the sound of the ring-dings at the stoplights brought back memories. Most all of them had helmets and gloves. More power to them because the riders don't need motorcycle licenses, and they can park the scooters on sidewalks and bike racks. And I figure most of them will graduate to motorcycles.
The smell of all that two stroke oil, and the sound of the ring-dings at the stoplights brought back memories. Most all of them had helmets and gloves. More power to them because the riders don't need motorcycle licenses, and they can park the scooters on sidewalks and bike racks. And I figure most of them will graduate to motorcycles.