Hauling stuff is not easy. It’s dirty and requires muscle and systems and straps and paying attention to a lot of detail, and I am worn out. Murphy’s worn out, too. However, we accomplished our goal of getting the scooter to Jimmi to get it fixed and then of getting it back home. Of course, the damned spark plug was fouled when I tried to ride the thing, so when Deb and I headed for dinner (at Mitchell’s Fish Market…yum!) in Newport on our scooters, I rode the old one…which I love the most and which fits me the best, anyway.
And what a perfect night for a nice scooter ride along the river and over the bridge and back.
Good thing I’m quick at a spark-plug change, because when I got home, I swapped spark plugs in the other scooter and it fired right up. Rides like a charm.
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