Wednesday, August 18, 2010

scooter commuter

As of Tuesday, I am the proud owner of a scooter!


If this seems sudden, it is, a little. About three weeks ago, Nathan said I should get a scooter. We're a one vehicle family, which was fine when we both worked at the college. Now that Nathan works across town, it's been a little harder, and he was feeling guilty about the fact that I have to ride my bike to and from work every day in the 107 degree heat, while he takes the car. A scooter, he reasoned, would be a perfect compromise in a town our size. I could zip to work and yoga and the grocery store with ease. Scooters are very fuel-friendly, not to mention fun! A perfect solution!


At first I resisted. "I am a bicycle commuter," I replied haughtily. But the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea. I could still bike whenever I wanted, but a scooter would give me more options, more freedom. A few days later, I tweeted that I was dreaming of a mint green scooter, to which my friend Sonnie replied that she was still selling hers. It was black, not green, but practically brand new and a damn good deal. I hemmed, I hawed, I wondered, I worried, and then - well, you can guess what happened next.


 Reader, I bought the scooter.

Before I can ride my little Mogi (mosquito in Korean - it's what Sonnie called the scooter, and what I shall continue to call her) I need to do a bunch of paperwork, get it registered, insured, and obtain a MOTORCYCLE LICENSE. Oh, yes. I am treading on the boundaries of bad ass territory, and it's a feeling that thrills. I did test drive it before sealing the deal, just up and down Sonnie's street, and even though I was a little nervous I did just fine. (Minus one little snafu that involved a curb, but who's counting?) Mostly, I'm excited to have a scooter, my own two motorized wheels, even though it means I'll only be a part time bicycle commuter. I can live with that, especially with a scooter this classy.


Thanks, Sonnie! Mogi sends her love. :)