The guy who bought it was a Harley rider and his wife, who wanted a scoot up at their Lake Tahoe cabin for running errands, etc. A funny and somehow fitting moment seeing him ride off on it with his Harley skull-cap helmet and flip flops...
But also a sad moment. That was my first scooter. In fact my first PTW vehicle. I commuted to work on that scoot for 3 or 4 years before getting my first Vespa. I still remember the abject terror I experienced the first time I rode it on a side street -- at a terrifying 25 mph! And the first time in traffic, I was convinced I'd never make it home alive. I went to my first scooter rally on it -- by the Secret Scooter Society in SF -- and I was afraid I'd be snubbed at a Vespa-mostly event but was pleased to be accepted without question.
My kids all learned on that scooter as well. My son rode it to Stanford Jazz camp during the summers, and we learned the value of bungee cords when he hit a bump and his laptop flew out of the wire basket on the back in the middle of El Camino traffic! My daughter had her first accident on it doing a U-turn on San Antonio avenue, and was helped up and to the side by a woman motorcyclist who told her "don't be discouraged, keep riding". And my other son and I went on many rides together in the Santa Cruz mountains, he on the Yamie and me on my LX150, where we BOTH had a bee fly into our helmets in the middle of rides.
And I've been stepping around it in the garage for over 10 years. It hurt a bit seeing it drive off without me, never to return. But I'm glad it's going to a good home.
Farewell.
-Dan
