Oh, what fun it is to ride…
I miss snow. I really do.
But I do like being able to ride my scooter comfortably, without a snowsuit, on Christmas Eve.
We spent several days this past extended weekend scooting all around town. All of it was ostensibly with specific goals, like “Let’s go get some breakfast and then go downtown to the art supply store,” but Hubby and I are quite impulsive, and plans change quickly.
In the end, it just boiled down to “Let’s go out on the scoots and have a good time.” We went anywhere and everywhere and just enjoyed the ride. My scooter now has over 125 miles on it. And we’ve only filled it up twice.
We stuck to the nicer parts of town, where people drive a little better, and so far we’ve had great luck with drivers actually seeing us and not aiming to mow us down. Even the SUVs haven’t cut us off yet.
(Not that I expect that luck to hold out indefinitely, but I do seem to attract a fair amount of attention, being a female on two wheels. I’ve only noticed one other female rider, ever, around here, so I get lots of stares and smiles. Even the girls at the bank told me Friday as they sent me my cash, “We’d just like to say that we love your scooter!”
I think it helps, too, that Hubby and I usually scoot together, so there are two pairs of eyes on the lookout for idiocy before it happens.)
After a nice morning ride on Christmas Eve, with stops for breakfast and a peek in a very cool bead store downtown, we ended up at the grocery store so we could grab some chicken liver for bait. It was actually a pretty normal shopping trip, although it took some scheming to secure the last parking spot in the entire shopping center.
As soon as we got back, the scooters went back into the garage, the boat came out of it, and in no time we were at the lake. Only as we paid the admission fee did we realize we had forgotten the fishing poles . . .
We tried fishing with some sticks Hubby had in the truck, but he was the only one who had any luck. My perfect record of outfishing him was tarnished by the cutest little half-pound catfish you ever saw. (Poor little guy. At least he got to swim away.)
But fortunately we had come prepared otherwise; we each pulled out our books and some snacks and enjoyed the beautiful afternoon. We also took a moment to call our families and brag about the beautiful weather.
All in all, we had a lovely holiday weekend. And I figured out what crafty project to tackle next: a balaclava to go under my helmet. Even when it’s 50 or 60 degrees, the wind tends to chill your chin if it’s not covered. I tracked down some lovely soft red yarn that ought to be just the right thickness . . . I’ll let you know how it turns out.
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