A friend of mine has been spending some time over this past year in Thailand. I say that this is on my list of someplace to visit for my 40th birthday. A friend of mine also has some friends spending time in Thailand. He recently referred me to her blog. I found this entry to be entertaining....
http://landonlacey.blogspot.com/2008/08/farang-on-scooter.html
Ahhh the love of a scooter. You all know I am addicted. I just need to work my way over to South End to the Vespa place and check them out. I know I have been saying that for some time now. I avoid going in a effort to save money.
I laugh that her parents hope she outgrows it.... hmmm - not likely.... It really is a lot of fun and convenient to run a few errands. And on the really nice days with the sun and wind in your face.
Sure there is the fear of road rash. I knock wood that I have been lucky so far.... I have friends that have taken spills during visits. I don't know which is worse the left is right aspect of the 2 wheels. My friends Mark and Pete even drew some blood. Pete's was worse - he hit the ground and really scraped up his knee. Mark hit his toe on the curb. Probably the worse was my mom. She didn't draw blood. She just had the most finesse - would you expect anything less...
We were headed to Southampton Princess for dinner from Middle Road. She was so awestruck by the lighthouse and hotel at the top of the hill she stopped paying attention to the road. The scooter hit the curb and she did a little dance into the grass... It was the worst because the whole dinner everyone was just mad at everyone else as a result of the incident. So much for a lovely dinner overlooking the ocean.
I have to say I did hit a curb once. I shouldn't make it sound like I acclimated immediately. My scooter and I went flying up over the curb onto the sidewalk. I am very thankful I stayed on the bike. However I did have some books in the basket that went flying out into traffic. So instead of scooting away like nothing happened. I had to park the bike and play in traffic to retrieve my books. That was just as scary as flying over the curb. I'm probably lucky I didn't get hit.
Oh well no scooters for now - the winter months around here wouldn't really warrant it.
