And really, nothing says cool like riding a scooter around town in an alpaca hat with earflaps.
A scooter is a lifeboat to cling to when you're drowning in a sea of endless winter. Scooters promise sunshine, picnics, and tank tops.
And if summer doesn't get here pretty soon, I'm heading for Central America on my scooter. At 35 mph. With my scooterbitch riding shotgun.
Central America, start watching for me. I'm coming from The 'Ro and I ought to be there in about three weeks, weather permitting.
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