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Saturday Scoot


We unchained the scoot­ers this after­noon, and mean­dered around Brook­lyn in the sun. Not too many days like this left. [from iPhone]

Con­tinue read­ing ‘Sat­ur­day Scoot’

New Brain Bucket

shoei rf1000 matte-black I decided to splurge a lit­tle on myself this week­end, and buy a new hel­met for scootin’ — a Shoei RF-1000 in matte-black.

My orig­i­nal hel­met was a Korean HJC CL Max, with a flip-up chin bar — but it never quite fit me right, and it looked mildly retarded, all shiny and bubbly.

Shoei’s designs are much more stream­lined and fit­ted. I love the matte black — first my RAZR, next this hel­met… the only thing left for me to buy is a Darth Book.

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Rhode Island of Misfit Toys Rally

Boobies IIThis past week­end was the Rhode Island camp­ing rally… we rented a truck to trans­port the bikes, drank san­gria made from 4.5 bot­tles of wine & 1 bot­tle of brandy, and had a good time scoot­ing around, (before the drink­ing began). I even got to DJ sat­ur­day night, with an impro­vised iPod/radio setup.

Even the 90+ degree heat couldn’t keep us down – but I totally under­stand now the impor­tance of shade, when you’re try­ing to snooze inside a tent.

Scooting in the Times


Mex­i­can Matt look­ing happy as the ladies pile on.

Pres­ley sent me an arti­cle in the Sun­day New York Times about scoot­ing: Cheap, Chic and Socia­ble: The Buzz About Scoot­ers. I give the jour­nal­ist a lot of cred for accu­rately cap­tur­ing the com­mu­nity, (at least in nyc). I espe­cially found this pas­sage funny:

Scooter own­ers will tell you that dri­vers on four wheels are clumsy and often dis­re­spect­ful. “They park by feel in New York City,” said Peter Lut­jen, a book cover designer. “They back up until they bump into some­thing, and if they bump into a scooter, it’s going down. So your option is, get knocked down on a reg­u­lar basis, or park on the side­walk and risk being ticketed.”

no kid­ding…

We’re plan­ning on head­ing down for the Rhode Island Rally this week­end, (though I need to change my front brake cable, and find a truck to bor­row). Last year was a lot of fun — pho­tos here.

Scooters: 101

Jason wrote up a nice post on scoot­ers, in case you’re inter­ested in under­stand­ing a bit about these machines.

The weather is sup­posed to be unsea­son­ably warm the next few days, so I hope to get out and ride a bit.

Scooterist killed in Boston

I am shocked and hor­ri­fied by a report in the Globe today, that a Scooter­ist was killed last night in a col­li­sion with a truck:

Police were search­ing last night for the dri­ver of a trac­tor trailer sus­pected of strik­ing, drag­ging, and killing an 18-year-old man rid­ing a motor scooter at the Mass­a­chu­setts Avenue onramp to the Mass­a­chu­setts Turnpike.

After the impact, the truck con­tin­ued down the ramp, tak­ing the scooter and its rider with it, police said. Both were found at the bot­tom of the ramp, which was closed for sev­eral hours after the acci­dent, police said.

Even more dis­turb­ing that this, the dri­ver either didn’t know the col­li­sion occured, or fled the scene:

After hit­ting the teenager, the dri­ver of the 18-wheeler stopped momen­tar­ily on the Turn­pike to look at a tire that was on fire, said Boston police spokesman David Estrada. He refused the help of sev­eral Turn­pike work­ers and drove off with the tire ablaze, police said.

We don’t know much about the vic­tim yet, but this inci­dent should serve as an impor­tant reminder that motor scoot­ers are not toys — they are motor­cy­cles. Too many peo­ple just buy a new twist-n-go Vespa, with­out much expe­ri­ence rid­ing, or knowl­edge of safe rid­ing habits. We fre­quently see Vespa rid­ers in shorts and t-shirts, with no hel­mets or gloves, duck­ing in and out of busy city traf­fic. This is sim­ply insane.

Do your­self a favor — take a motor­cy­cle safety course. It’s well worth the $200, and you get a dis­count on your insurance.

Boston City Rally

Lit­tle known bit of knowl­edge: scooter rallys have very lit­tle to do with rid­ing scoot­ers. Matt and Sharon came up to Boston for the city rally, and we had some fun.


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Boston Scooter Rally


It starts tonight — the Boston city rally. Watch out if you’re walk­ing or dri­ving around the city in the next few days… espe­cially in the Fen­way, which is ground zero…

But, it kicks off tonight in All­ston, at O’Briens — the amaz­ing Jam trib­ute band, All Mod Cons are play­ing. See you there.

Flood in Quincy

Poor Jason & Kim… all this rain that fell this week­end found its way into their base­ment.


Three Lam­bret­tas (a DL, Starstream and Cento), all of Jason’s clothes, tools, washer and dryer, fur­ni­ture… all under water. So sad.

Pres­ley and I had both of our scoot­ers down there until Sat­ur­day after­noon, when we decided to truck them down to JavaSpeed for repair– talk about dodg­ing a bullet.

I just feel so bad for those guys. It really sucks.

Death or Glory

Head­ing out the door now for the Rhode Island scooter rally, hosted by Death or Glory SC. We’re both still scooter­less now, so we’ll have to drink twice as much.

It should be a fun time, with some nice peo­ple… even if cer­tain scooter­ist friends aren’t com­ing. But, if you’ve got to have an excuse, the ole’ snip snip is a valid one. (Hope it went well, J-man…)

Any­way, see you all on Sunday.


Vespa just launched a blog called Ves­p­away, with the require­ment that the two posters “blog at least once a week about their life as a ‘scooterer.’” Scooterer?

My scoot is still sit­ting in Jason & Kim’s base­ment — since we took apart the engine, and put it back together, it won’t start. I’ve been told we need to adjust the tim­ing, but it should be fine.

I bet­ter hurry up, or I’ll miss the entire summer…

Spring Scoots

this looks dirty”, posted by ned­ward

I’m start­ing to won­der about Jason’s san­ity, but we broke the Lam­bret­tas out of the base­ment last sun­day. My P-200 is still put away, though, until I can fig­ure out the electrics.

Let the Sin begin

Let the Sin begin”, posted by ned­ward

Got back from Nevada on Wednes­day morn­ing, hav­ing fled the pour­ing rain, bright neon, and the sound of slot machines. We spent about a week in Nevada, which is far too long, con­sid­er­ing we didn’t get mar­ried or lose our life’s sav­ings… No, instead we made due with $2 forty-ounce lagers and the right to smoke any­where we please.

Lammy”, posted by ned­ward

It was good to be amongst scooter­ists again, though the rain kept us from rid­ing except on Sun­day… (when you think of desert, a con­stant soak­ing is not what pops to mind!). Mor­gan, aka Mr. Pants, is da’ man for hook­ing us up with his vin­tage Vespa GT to ride, (even though we swapped it for his Lammy, out of comfort).

rid­ing”, posted by ned­ward

The big Ride that we went on was Sun­day, out to Red Rock Canyon… we saw red rocks, and hap­pily rode the “scenic drive” on our one day of sunshine.

Boston Stranglers Rally


The Boston Stran­glers’ Scooter Rally was 2 weeks ago, and neglect­ful as always, I never posted my pics.

One high­light of the week­end was get­ting an escorted ride for 50+ scoot­ers along the Charles River Esplanade, and then con­tin­ued on along the Emer­ald Neck­lace to the Larz Ander­son park, over­look­ing the city. Pres­ley and I were joined by Sam and her cute Metro, and we met a lot of new people.

And, I avoided the com­bi­na­tion of drink­ing and rid­ing my Vespa.

Niagara 2004

My Niagara 2004 picturesLast week­end, we trav­eled to South­ern Ontario for the Nia­gara Scooter Rally. And, the Cana­di­ans sure know how to throw a party. Check out our pics, and here are some highlights:

  • Our first camp­ing trip in years
  • My grade 9 Eng­lish teacher’s son was there with his crew
  • Another two-up ride on Presley’s Lam­bretta—and we still couldn’t keep up with the pack
  • First titty-bar expe­ri­ence with Pres­ley
  • Don’t buy gas in Canada—it’s pricey and will make your scoot sputter
  • Vino Girl(!) got muddy—which was just not right
  • I caught one of these at the raffle—now I can carry a six-pack on my leg shield

Jason posted in a more timely fash­ion, though I severely ques­tion his asser­tion that “the weather was fairly nice”… I can only imag­ine what pre­vi­ous years were like. We had a light­en­ing show all Sat­ur­day night, and I still have wet boots sit­ting in my car trunk.

Any­way, we’ve got 1 city rally and 1 camp­ing rally under our belts…

Gotham ’04

gotham.jpgWell, we sur­vived the Gotham rally this past week­end. We met a lot of cool scooter­ists, and enjoyed rid­ing around Man­hat­tan and Brooklyn.

I think we put brought joy and curios­ity (and maybe envy?) to the peo­ple of New York—seeing a hun­dred scoot­ers com­ing through your neigh­bor­hood in a giant pack is not some­thing peo­ple see every day. Those kids down in NYC know how to throw a good time. Too bad I didn’t win the bike raf­fle.

I posted my pics at Scoot.net—check out Jason above. Tonight, I buy my first scooter: a Vespa P-200.

Pre Gotham Rally

gothampatch.jpgTomor­row, we get out of work a lit­tle early, and load into the Saab for a trip down to NYC for the Gotham Scooter Rally. From every­thing we’ve heard, Brook­lyn will be burn­ing by sun­day night.

Pres­ley and I are rel­a­tively new scooter­ists, and this is our first rally. Jason and Kim of course are respon­si­ble for this… so a spe­cial thanks to them for all their help get­ting Lisa’s ’63 Lam­bretta Li125 on the road. If all goes well, next week I’ll be rid­ing a 25-year old Vespa p200… sadly I won’t have it for Gotham, but I’m psy­ched, nonetheless.

Sooooo, look out NYC. Can’t wait to see you Kunta, Renee, Jenna, and the rest of you Yankee-liking swine.

New Scoot

Pres­ley bought her scooter this past week­end, from a friend-of-a-friend in Maine.

Looks pretty sweet, and she posted to her weblog for the first time this year. wow.

Florida Keys and Miami

Causeway The Cause­way

I enjoyed going through my pho­tos of our Miami and the Florida Keys trip in early January.

These pho­tos, along with my trip jour­nal, will help me to always remem­ber it…

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Day 5: Back to Miami

Last night was cold! I know it’s much colder home in Boston, but Key West shouldn’t be 50 and windy as hell! We spent our sec­ond night head­ing down to Mal­lory Square for Sun­set. I was wear­ing a wool turtle­neck sweater, and was chilly.

Sadly, we walked around the Hilton (which basi­cally took over the water­front a few years ago), but couldn’t find the Cat Man. We did catch Jeep and Mo and some tumbling/acrobatic group. Not bad, I sup­pose, but noth­ing you couldn’t get at Fanueil Hall on a Fri­day Night.

Drink­ing was again the goal, but we had such dif­fi­culty find­ing good places to drink. After a drink in some sports-type bar on Duval, which had the Patri­ots play­off game on, we set­tled on Key West’s cheesy land­mark, the Hog’s Breath. The food is aver­age, the ser­vice was ter­ri­ble (we ordered din­ner in the bar), and the music can only be described as awful. D’ya like Dave Matthews or Jimmy Buf­fet? super.

So, we walked up and down Duval again, and retired around mid­night, utterly sober.

In the morn­ing, we took the scoot­ers for a ride again, and then returned them. Then we headed down Route 1, back to Miami.

Meet­ing Sara in South Beach, we walked along Lin­coln Road, brows­ing the antiques and over­priced cloth­ing shops. We ate at the Nexxt Cafe — which is a bit like the Cheese­cake Fac­tory, only you’re stuffed into a hun­dred tables out on the side­walk where you can watch the beau­ti­ful peo­ple and ugly tourists shuf­fle by. I could tell you what I ordered, but it wasn’t really memorable.

It was nice to see Sara, and escape the Totally Tourist ambi­ence of Key West. Sadly, I’m a city boy. How­ever, you Miami folks honk your horns too much. For now rea­son. Seriously.

Since our flight is leav­ing tomor­row at 7:25am, I think we’re going to leave here and find a cheap motel near the air­port. End of vaca­tion, and back to work!

Day 4: Key West

Scoot­ers! What else to do in Key West? We headed to Moped Hos­pi­tal down the street from our Inn, and each rented a scooter for the day. For $40 each, you get to wheel around town helmet-less at 30 mph… quite a lot of fun, even with our lit­tle Korean mod­els. Every once in a while, a real motor­bike will zoom past us and put us in our place, but it feels lib­er­at­ing to be able to zip around with­out wear­ing your feet out. 30-mph feels like pretty fast when you’re fly­ing by bicyclists.

We first headed to the grave­yard, which is an odd place. The water table is so high, and the coral rock so hard, that every­one is buried above ground in lit­tle cement boxes. There are funny epi­taphs, crum­bling and new mark­ers… and we noticed, quite a lot of Masonic imagery. There were many of those lit­tle com­pass sym­bols, 5-petal roses, pen­ta­cles (5-pointed stars) — every­where. This added a lit­tle creepy ele­ment to the walk through.

Next, we hopped onto the scoot­ers and headed up to Southard St. and Grin­nell St., for a Cuban Sand­wich and Cafe con Leche at the 5 Broth­ers. Pres­ley ate a Fritas Cubanas, which was some­thing like a sloppy joe with potato sticks and onion. Both were pretty tasty.

Then, on to the Souther­most Point, which is the south­ern­most point in the Con­ti­nen­tal United States, if you don’t count the Navy yard gated off to the west. It’s only 90 miles to Havana– much closer than Miami.

Back on the scoot­ers, and we zip back up to White­head St. and Tru­man St. to visit the Ernest Hem­ing­way Home. This is a totally com­mer­cial­ized oper­a­tion that takes your $10, and herds you into the house for a guided tour. Our guide was Dave, who, though com­pletely taken with his own corny puns and jokes, was utterly inept at deal­ing softly with inquis­i­tive tourists. A middle-aged woman asked what year the house was pur­chased by Hem­ing­way, to which Dave the­atri­cally closed his eyes, sighed loudly, and snapped “1931…. Now, does any­one know where I left off?” Then he explained that you may take all the pho­tos and video that you like, but not dur­ing his tour. Upstairs, Pres­ley took out her SLR cam­era to catch two six-toed cats loung­ing on Papa’s bed, to which Dave reminded her that we are not to take pho­tographs dur­ing his tour, all but assur­ing that he would not be receiv­ing any tip from our wallets.

Still, obnox­ious­ness aside, it was inter­est­ing strolling around the grounds, watch­ing the big cats with their big paws. The cats give the estate a mag­i­cal qual­ity, prompt­ing Pres­ley to muse, “The Paul Revere House could use some cats…”

Day 1, Part II: Arriving in Key Largo

We passed through Miami Beach — stop­ping briefly to eat lunch and wan­der into the shops as it rained. Peo­ple are very friendly here — even in Benet­ton! I made Pres­ley take off her shoes and pop into the surf… rain or no rain. One odd thing we noticed about South Beach was the copi­ous num­bers of scoot­ers motor­ing around. Very odd indeed, but it makes per­fect sense to own one here, in the sun, where the streets are rel­a­tively small and slow. No helmets!

We then headed down towards the Keys, down that crowded strip-mall heaven that is Route 1. We passed by the Uni­ver­sity of Miami, and I briefly con­sid­ered what col­lege in such a place would have meant. The strip malls thin out a bit head­ing south, but they really don’t stop until you cross into the Keys, only to pick up again as you approach Key Largo. We checked into our room at the Westin Key Largo, at MM 97. It’s a beau­ti­ful resort in the mid­dle of a sub-tropical for­rest. Pres­ley remarked that it was the nicest hotel room she has stayed in.

Con­sult­ing our guide­book, The Florida Keys, Joy Williams guided us to Ballyhoo’s, a lit­tle shack in the median of the high­way near our hotel. Clearly not as attrac­tive to tourists, as it’s not on the water, Ballyhoo’s serves excel­lent fish. I had the fresh caught Mahi-Mahi, pre­pared Mensiuere-style, and Pres­ley ordered the Caribbean pan-fried Scal­lops. And both were two of the most deli­cious dishes I’ve ever tasted.

A Quincy BBQ, Part I

Kim and her scooterI decided to post another photo album up on my Type­pad, because they make it easy and ele­gant. These are mostly Presley’s shots, as it was her cam­era, and she’s the one into that whole ana­log thing.

Our friends Jason and Kim­berly invited some cowork­ers over for A Quincy BBQ.

The Cool Whip brand whipped top­ping prod­uct didn’t come out untill after this roll was spent… so there will be a Part II! (I don’t know why I’m not in any of these…)