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Quoting chindit51:
It was a make-or-break decision, but when I took delivery of the scooter yesterday, I decided to make my first run with it. A bit nervous, yes, even to wondering/worrying how I'd find the key hole to even start it. Since a helmet is required headgear, I dusted off my fire helmet, put my 'digger' (my Aussie Slouch) in the basket, and fired 'er up! I don't think I'd have been any less apprehensive had this been my first solo flight in an airplane. This is just a 50cc motor scooter, not some powerhouse of a road bike, but just the same! I eased out of my parking space and up the drive to the road. No traffic to speak of, so I gunned it to put it on the pavement, and off I went. I got it up to 30mph after a leisurely climb up the hill at 11mph, then opened 'er up for my run. Coming up to the high school, I signaled to turn out on Main Street and mentally prepared myself for the lesser of the downhill runs. I noted that my right leg was just a little bit cramped, and slid back further on the seat. That did the trick! At the bottom, I ran into my very first red light and had to stop, but the light changed in short order, and I motored on through the intersection. From there, I had the downslope S-curve to a stop sign, which I took with ease. The bike stalled out at the stop sign, but restarting it was no problem. Once the traffic cleared, I shot across the road to the store, and set in on the front walk, just passed the door - my first official landing!
The scooter attracted a fair share of onlookers, and I passed out the business cards where I bought it. It came to mind if I got a 10% commission fore recommendations that became sales, I could get another very soon! I must have passed out about half of the cards I had with me last night!
After I ended my shift, I loitered long enough to finish my smoke and tea, got suited up and headed to the parking lot exit. A couple vehicles went by, and I had my clearance to take the road. I ran up through the riverside park, coming out at the police department, where I stopped in to see if a buddy of mine was working. No, he was off, so I mounted once again to continue my homeward flight. Through there light, I ran up the same hill I'd descended that night, averaging 20mph, then to the stop to reenter the parkway. Again, the bike stalled - I reckon I'll have to work on that! - so, restarting, I took to the main road, holding as close to the right edge as was comfortable. It was pretty much anticlimactic as I signaled my turn and pulled into the driveway. My fatigue showed itself as I stalled out again, so I just rolled back into my parking place, and set 'er up on 'er stand. With adequate satisfaction, I covered the scooter and strolled into the house, allowing clearance for the charge of the dog brigade. Daisey was nonplused, but Dulcey stopped to sniff this strange machine in the area, then took off to join her mother. I entered the house, feeling less the Kamikase pilot and just a bit more of a real rider!
Epilogue:
I just purchased a Peace Sports Rabbit 50cc motor scooter as my main mode of transportation. The above is the account of my first official ride. Since I am unable to drive a car, the scooter suffices to get me around, but it's like riding a bicycle after so many years; I'm fairly confident, but unsteady, not to mention apprehensive about getting my right leg out when needed. My regular helmet is on order, I'm considering adding a windshield, and thinking seriously about replacing the rearview mirrors. Otherwise, it's a great little machine, the envy of all footsloggers who see it. I must be a comical sight, wearing my fire helmet, my old Army field jacket, and a pair of shorts! I have a flightline suit, but am saving that for inclement weather. Perhaps, I may start a trend, as fuel prices continue to climb. Every other month, or every third month, I'll have to complain about the price of a gallon of gas!
It was a make-or-break decision, but when I took delivery of the scooter yesterday, I decided to make my first run with it. A bit nervous, yes, even to wondering/worrying how I'd find the key hole to even start it. Since a helmet is required headgear, I dusted off my fire helmet, put my 'digger' (my Aussie Slouch) in the basket, and fired 'er up! I don't think I'd have been any less apprehensive had this been my first solo flight in an airplane. This is just a 50cc motor scooter, not some powerhouse of a road bike, but just the same! I eased out of my parking space and up the drive to the road. No traffic to speak of, so I gunned it to put it on the pavement, and off I went. I got it up to 30mph after a leisurely climb up the hill at 11mph, then opened 'er up for my run. Coming up to the high school, I signaled to turn out on Main Street and mentally prepared myself for the lesser of the downhill runs. I noted that my right leg was just a little bit cramped, and slid back further on the seat. That did the trick! At the bottom, I ran into my very first red light and had to stop, but the light changed in short order, and I motored on through the intersection. From there, I had the downslope S-curve to a stop sign, which I took with ease. The bike stalled out at the stop sign, but restarting it was no problem. Once the traffic cleared, I shot across the road to the store, and set in on the front walk, just passed the door - my first official landing!
The scooter attracted a fair share of onlookers, and I passed out the business cards where I bought it. It came to mind if I got a 10% commission fore recommendations that became sales, I could get another very soon! I must have passed out about half of the cards I had with me last night!
After I ended my shift, I loitered long enough to finish my smoke and tea, got suited up and headed to the parking lot exit. A couple vehicles went by, and I had my clearance to take the road. I ran up through the riverside park, coming out at the police department, where I stopped in to see if a buddy of mine was working. No, he was off, so I mounted once again to continue my homeward flight. Through there light, I ran up the same hill I'd descended that night, averaging 20mph, then to the stop to reenter the parkway. Again, the bike stalled - I reckon I'll have to work on that! - so, restarting, I took to the main road, holding as close to the right edge as was comfortable. It was pretty much anticlimactic as I signaled my turn and pulled into the driveway. My fatigue showed itself as I stalled out again, so I just rolled back into my parking place, and set 'er up on 'er stand. With adequate satisfaction, I covered the scooter and strolled into the house, allowing clearance for the charge of the dog brigade. Daisey was nonplused, but Dulcey stopped to sniff this strange machine in the area, then took off to join her mother. I entered the house, feeling less the Kamikase pilot and just a bit more of a real rider!
Epilogue:
I just purchased a Peace Sports Rabbit 50cc motor scooter as my main mode of transportation. The above is the account of my first official ride. Since I am unable to drive a car, the scooter suffices to get me around, but it's like riding a bicycle after so many years; I'm fairly confident, but unsteady, not to mention apprehensive about getting my right leg out when needed. My regular helmet is on order, I'm considering adding a windshield, and thinking seriously about replacing the rearview mirrors. Otherwise, it's a great little machine, the envy of all footsloggers who see it. I must be a comical sight, wearing my fire helmet, my old Army field jacket, and a pair of shorts! I have a flightline suit, but am saving that for inclement weather. Perhaps, I may start a trend, as fuel prices continue to climb. Every other month, or every third month, I'll have to complain about the price of a gallon of gas!
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