My newest aspiration is to purchase a scooter. Not just any scooter, but one that is at LEAST twenty years old. I had the opportunity to ride a friend’s Honda moped from 1983. Oh yes, I was scared at first. It was mostly because it took an hour to get it up to speed and that speed was 27 mph. The 35mph roads were the toughest. All of the other cars were rather nervous to pass me but even more nervous to stay behind me. HOWEVER… those neighborhood/campus roads were MY domain and the tank? $1.75 to fill.
Another friend lent me his scooter for an hour or so. This one was from 1986 (still older than I am). It had a little more pick up than the other one and actually had a front brake that worked. I immediately headed to my girlfriend’s apartment.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Come outside… right now,” I replied.
“What?” she skeptically asked.
“Just come downstairs. It’s important.” I assured.
I’m not particularly sure of the kinds of wild possibilities a conversation like that may have sparked in her imagination but when she opened the door I am convinced she was struck with utter attraction as she took in the full extent of what stood in front of her. My hair was blown back like something blew up in my face. The roaring putt of the Honda two stroke making my muscles appear larger and my dimples even deeper. I asked her to get on.
“Want to get on?”
She looked skeptical, but took a small step forward.
“Come on.. let’s go for a ride.”
A couple more baby steps.
“Come on! Get on!” I exclaimed as I held out my hand.
Finally, she gets on. I realize that the seat on the scooter was only made for one person.
But here we go.
She clung tightly around my waist as we proceeded to go a half block and make a quick turn into the garage under her building.
Later she told me that she watched me ride away and that I make her crazy. While her worries are flattering, I know that they will not be able to keep me off the road.
Best,
Jason Danger Lee
HAHAHA I almost woke Precious up reading this. Too funny! LMAO