My middle name should have been Procrastination

Instead my middle name is "Anne," which is very lovely, but its translation means Gift from God, and I'm not entirely sure I can live up to such pressure. 


So, speaking of pressure (and back to procrastination)... I was a bad scooter owner for a while and did not own a tire pump, thus letting my poor Little Chaos run around with "Low PSI." It's curable but embarrassing. I humiliated him in front of all his scooter friends. 

I got the blue one, bitches!

But I've been redeemed. I'm now the proud owner of a new tire pump, complete with a digital PSI reading. Yes! I don't like reading dials... it takes too much effort. Thank goodness for Hamilton Watch Company and Electro-Data. (Wikipedia tells me they co-invented the digital watch, which I assume directly evolved into the digital PSI display on tire pumps. Just go with my logic -- it takes less effort, and as you now know, I am all about that!) Also, thank you Target for having a nice Schwinn Deluxe Analog Bike Pump, because this pump has a valve small enough to fit into the tire area to actually be able to pump the air (bad design flaw, Honda!).

However, I do not thank the freezing cold wind and rain that accompanied me on the ride back home from Target. That was just mean. But on the other hand, it lets you know you're alive. Thank you, Denver!

I digress. So, the moral of this story, which shouldn't really be clear at this point, is: you should own a tire pump. This is the easiest DIY thing you can do for your scooter to keep you and your beloved safe on the road (and by beloved, I mean your scooter -- not your little schmaltzy-schmoopie version of love when your girl/guy rides with you behind you. I own a one-seater for good reason, people). Also, making sure your tire pressure is the correct PSI is like giving your scooter the equivalent of a hug. Because scooters don't really feel hugs. I know they're cute, but seriously, stop it -- someone might take a picture of you and you could end up the next person they ridicule to the point of tears and permanent psychological damage on Awkward Family Photos. Think about it.

So, yeah. Be responsible. Don't procrastinate. Don't humiliate your scooter. For Jiminy Cricket's sake, stop hugging it. Buy a tire pump.

That which is not yours

Ahhh, the first time someone tried to steal my scooter. I remember it like it was just yesterday. (OK, that's because it was just last week.)

I was pissed at first. I felt violated. Guilty I wasn't there for my poor little guy in his time of need. But, really, I've been lucky. I've had Little Chaos for just over a year and a half, and there are almost 4,700 miles on him. In all that time, there was only one attempt on his life. Not bad.

Indeed, we were lucky. It will cost me a new lock (done!) and maybe $100-$200 (hoping) for a new panel to go over the ignition. He still runs. Life is good.

Now... what to do about the cold weather and impending snow?