It's Gotta Go
Yes, the scooter has got to go.
I know, I told all y'all how great it was when I first bought it. And, it was a hoot. I've since learned to really lean into turns, stop at a stop sign without putting my feet on the ground, wave at other cyclists with my left hand down low, etc.
I really like seeing the passing scenery up close without obstruction from windows, the feel of wind in my face, the taste of bug guts up my nostrils, the exhilaration of going into a turn and coming out faster and alive. It's in my blood.
And, that's why the Gator 150 scooter has to go.
I need .. no, gotta have ... a Harley-Davidson Hog.
OK, maybe not a Hog. A Sportster 883C would be just fine, thank you. And, of course, a Softail Fat Boy would be alright, too!
What do you think, Darlin'?
Christmas is only 5 months away.
And, you know, the only cure for an itch is a scratch!
I know, I told all y'all how great it was when I first bought it. And, it was a hoot. I've since learned to really lean into turns, stop at a stop sign without putting my feet on the ground, wave at other cyclists with my left hand down low, etc.
I really like seeing the passing scenery up close without obstruction from windows, the feel of wind in my face, the taste of bug guts up my nostrils, the exhilaration of going into a turn and coming out faster and alive. It's in my blood.
And, that's why the Gator 150 scooter has to go.
I need .. no, gotta have ... a Harley-Davidson Hog.
OK, maybe not a Hog. A Sportster 883C would be just fine, thank you. And, of course, a Softail Fat Boy would be alright, too!
What do you think, Darlin'?
Christmas is only 5 months away.
And, you know, the only cure for an itch is a scratch!
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