My Scoots N'at

John got to ask a guy with 4 teeth for directions this week while riding, he told me, while I was doing homework.

I got to talk to a random scooter guy while in public and not on my scooter (for those of you who know I'm notorious for finding weirdos on scooters, add this to the list).

On a super-er note, I got cheap insurance this year, which is a good thing since I've been out like 3X! And, with all of the neglect of these machines for my not riding them this year, I at least changed the oil in both.

John and I did go on a nice ride, kinda recently, to the West End Overlook and then the Leaf and Bean in the Strip--I smoked and drank coffee, while he drank coffee, and then we both went and drank beer. All that excitement came way before the dude with 4 teeth.

State College rally

Amy and I went to the State College scooter rally this past weekend.

I was nervous for two real reasons and many fake reasons. The real reasons were: I was taking the slower scooter and was afraid I would be unable to climb the hills with a passenger; I dropped us at the last rally, after the ride on the way back to the hotel--it really shook my confidence.

The fake reasons were that our reservations for kennel, hotel and trailer rental would be fucked up.

So, dogs in kennel and trailer picked up (two fake worries not realized), we load my scooter and take off Friday night.

Two miles down the road, after hitting a curb with the truck and then the trailer, my scooter falls over in the trailer. I'm totally freaked out by this of course--Amy made me give her the keys after that.

Scooter secured, we take off again. We get there and drive around awhile, unable to find the hotel because I didn't get full directions and can't navigate my way to the fridge for a beer half the time.

We get to our hotel (last fake worry not realized), are tired, decide to stay in.

The next morning we meet up with the group and it starts to rain--a lot!

Just before the ride starts, Amy and I take off to get the truck. I just couldn't take a passenger in the rain. It's one thing for me to kill myself, but not sweet Dr. Amy.

The ride was awesome, it finally stopped raining, I never dried off.

We met at this place called the Red Room later. Apparantly it used to be a gentleman's club of some kind and had a cool bar and red carpet on the ceiling.

I got an award at the bar that night: I WON BEST IN SHOW!!!!!! Apparantly my gaywad basket on the back of my scooter sealed the deal for the judges, aka, Top Secret SC.

Met up for breakfast the next day then went home. I think that we will be doing these smaller rallies from now on--I met so many more people, I think because there weren't too many people.

This guy Brad, who seems to have a knack for conversation, making friends and getting people on the dancefloor told me: in a smaller rally, you have to get to know people. I'll carry those pearls with me as I choose my rallies. Thanks Brad!