Wash day

Bonus to owning a scooter... it takes all of 15-20 minutes to wash it.



It was a beautiful day... not 104 degrees... so I took a few minutes to wash her. This also gave me the opportunity to look over the few minor dings on the scoot.

There are a few wrinkles in the paint. Which I guess isn't really paint. Apparently it is more of a "wrap" than a paint job. The wrinkles don't bother me. They give her character.



The only scratches are from me dropping her. Bill had parked her under the roof overhang during a huge hail storm & the next day it was a little harder getting the scooter out than putting it in. I got off balance & dropped it. No biggie. It is not too visible at all.



I also spent a good amount of time pondering the reason for this little doo-hicky. Is it for locking your scooter up? Can you imagine that? Chaining your scooter up to a bicycle rack?

MPG Report

If I'm going to have a scooter blog, then I need to post about my gas mileage. Right? Right!

I keep a pretty good record... got myself a nifty excel sheet for tracking. But for the blog, I'm going to start fresh.

I filled up the tank this morning at the Stripes/ Town & Country on the Loop & Thomason.

Mileage on scooter: 1466.1
Premium Gas: 1.379 gallons @ 2.659 PPG

Total spent on gas: $3.67

Jealous yet?

Stay tuned for my fill up reports!

I come by it honestly...

The scooter life.

My dad was a dirt biking fool when I was little. I remember going to The Flying "P" Ranch in Weatherford with Mom, Dad & Rusty. We would even meet up with the Russell clan pretty often.



Notice my Dad is wearing a Flying "P" Ranch shirt... and Pearl Beer. Oh God. Memories!

I find it rather funny that my Dad isn't too keen on me riding a scooter. I mean... hell, he started it all. Its his fault. Sheesh! He should be glad that I ride safe & wear a helmet (no cut off shorts or titties.) Yep.

My Dad posted a few pictures on his facebook recently that proves my case. Here are his "self portraits" from his photography class at Odessa College...



I'm pretty sure that is the Husqvarna. I remember my Mom rode this one a lot. (I also remember how proud my Granny was of her Husqvarna sewing machine... but that is a whole new post... )



Here he is on the only street bike I remember. A Triumph Bonneville.

Oh, and to further prove my point. He posted this picture.



And this is what he said about it:

I had a brand new one of these. '74 Montesa VR 250.
I could go so fast...it would boogie through the woods at the world famous "Flying P Ranch" in Weatherford,TX. We had some really good times there. Too bad I'm too old for that kind of stuff now but Boy Howdy I used to go sooo Fast. (That is the way I remember it anyway.)

I just want to say "thanks Dad". I love the feel of the wind on my face.