Tales of the Scoot

.THE TALE OF THE CURSED RAIN.

Well. I have been riding my scoot around a lot more so I can get the hang of it before I go and take my driving test. I have been very leery about going on main roads just yet, so I have found round-about ways to drive back and forth from various places. Anywho, I was on my way to Robby's parents place, and it was a little cloudy that day. I think it had sprinkled a few times earlier, but nothing to serious. I fed Nestle, then waited for Dad D to come back so he could take my scoot for a ride. After doing so, it started to sprinkle a little bit, so I decided it would probably be best if I started to head home before it really started to come down. Just my luck...by the time I reached the end of the lane, it was full on raining...I did not have my sun glasses, was only wearing my half helmet, and I have a very small windshield. So try and picture this; me on my scoot, in pouring rain, ducking down as far as I can behind the windshield, with water dripping of my helmet into my eyes, all the while trying to maintain the speed limit as to not trigger any road rage in the people behind me. Then. The second I pulled into my garage...IT STOPPED RAINING!!!!!!

.THE TALE OF BIFFIMUS-MINIMUS.

Yet again, on another trip to Robby's parents house, I was coming down the lane (which is comprised of gravel). At the very end it widens out, and there is lots of room to park. I decided it would be best if I circled around so when I went to leave I would already be parked facing forward and I wouldn't have to back up my scooter. Upon making that first turn, I turned it a little two sharp....and down we went. Me and the little girl flopped over on to her side. I fortunately walked away with no major injuries except for a banged up elbow, and some big ol' bruises on my legs. The scoot on the other hand received a little more lasting damage. She got a nice little scratch on the cover on the exhaust, and the foot pegs scratched up as well. Dang gravel. I guess I need more practice coming down the lane, and making turns eh?? The best part is, as this all happened, Dad D was just a little ways away in the Bob Cat moving some things around. So I stood up, waiting there so he could help me pick up my scooter, (mind you, I was in plain sight), and what do you know...he just kept on going!!! He was having a very oblivious moment, because he didn't even see me. So I had to pick up the ol' girl by myself....this is no small scooter, and I managed just fine! I am quite impressed with myself. I'm kind of thinking it may have been the adrenaline though...because me shoulders are a little on the sore side after the incident. :) Who knows......

Stay tuned for more Tales of the Scoot. Hopefully none of which involve me tipping over my scooter....