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spookyeviloneThe life-eating-event is now over. It went well. We made the front page, above the fold, of the local paper twice with good press and pretty pictures of people in armour. Yay! The town loves us, so there is little chance that we'll have hordes of pitchfork carrying locals trying to roust the event from their city park anytime soon. We had a lot of tourists, but they were all very respectful with their curiousity, so all was well. I'm happy - goal achieved. Site has a new home. My life can go back to it's regularly scheduled chaos.
I've been waffling about getting a motorcycle for some time. I used to have one, a gift from my brother - a rebuilt Harley Softtail that was far too big and heavy for me. I was terrified to ride it and only took it out once or twice because I didn't have the balance to turn it. Every time I went around a corner, I thought I was going to fall over and die trapped under a bike I couldn't lift. I sold the bike in 1998. The debate has been - scooter or real bike. Scooter - cheaper, don't need a license for, no issues with it being too big or too heavy for me unless I get a touring scooter. Motorcycle - need a license but can take it on highways because it's much faster than a scooter ever could be. Both get roughly the same amount of gas mileage.
While perusing CList last night, I found a scooter for an insanely cheap price. Three digits and the first was a 1. Apparently, a gentleman bought an electric scooter for his daughter to use at school, but Her Highness got busted by the cops for smoking pot and then got mouthy at her father - who promptly put her wheels online. I bought them. The scooter is in my driveway, the battery is in my livingroom charging. It doesn't go very fast and it won't go very far, but it'll get me to the grocery store and back.
You might be wondering why I don't just walk to the store and back. Sounds like a great plan, right? Wrong. I have this little .. problem.. in grocery stores. I believe some people refer to it as "shopping". I buy things, and then I have to lug them home. A few weeks ago, unbleached flour was BOGO.. so I got two and then got two free. Not my brightest moment. About halfway home, lugging about 30lbs of groceries, 20lbs of that was the flour, my arms were screaming at me in agony, insulting my lineage, and I'm pretty sure one of them called my mother a nasty name. That was the end of my idealistic walk to the store theory. I can walk there - just not back.
Yay new wheels.
I've been waffling about getting a motorcycle for some time. I used to have one, a gift from my brother - a rebuilt Harley Softtail that was far too big and heavy for me. I was terrified to ride it and only took it out once or twice because I didn't have the balance to turn it. Every time I went around a corner, I thought I was going to fall over and die trapped under a bike I couldn't lift. I sold the bike in 1998. The debate has been - scooter or real bike. Scooter - cheaper, don't need a license for, no issues with it being too big or too heavy for me unless I get a touring scooter. Motorcycle - need a license but can take it on highways because it's much faster than a scooter ever could be. Both get roughly the same amount of gas mileage.
While perusing CList last night, I found a scooter for an insanely cheap price. Three digits and the first was a 1. Apparently, a gentleman bought an electric scooter for his daughter to use at school, but Her Highness got busted by the cops for smoking pot and then got mouthy at her father - who promptly put her wheels online. I bought them. The scooter is in my driveway, the battery is in my livingroom charging. It doesn't go very fast and it won't go very far, but it'll get me to the grocery store and back.
You might be wondering why I don't just walk to the store and back. Sounds like a great plan, right? Wrong. I have this little .. problem.. in grocery stores. I believe some people refer to it as "shopping". I buy things, and then I have to lug them home. A few weeks ago, unbleached flour was BOGO.. so I got two and then got two free. Not my brightest moment. About halfway home, lugging about 30lbs of groceries, 20lbs of that was the flour, my arms were screaming at me in agony, insulting my lineage, and I'm pretty sure one of them called my mother a nasty name. That was the end of my idealistic walk to the store theory. I can walk there - just not back.
Yay new wheels.