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It’s pissing rain in a public holiday. Ten degrees outside
and I am feeling sorry for myself because the ride to the beach was cancelled.
I have been cheated out of a scooter experience. After scanning ten forums on
the web, checking on this website, checking on
the order for parts to complete my Lambretta, laying out the format of my new
venture ‘scooterlabs’ in which folk can join and share tools and workshop space
…. I am still itching for scooter action. Never mind the twenty five kilometers
I do every day. When did this thing become so all-encompassing? I don’t even
remember even looking at the engine of my first PX. Is it you people? Can’t be.
Scooterists on the internet make Big Brother housemates look like Tibetan monks.
Is it the fact that collecting banged up scooters is so damn easy to hide from
the wife?... “oh that old frame… I swapped it with Klaus for an old carby I don’t
use”.
Whatever it is, it’s not just me. Right now I would feel
better reading about other scooter obsessive folk, as I’m sure you would, leading
me to my point. I am hoping some others will send in their ‘confessions’ for me
to publish on this site, or even in print.
 pictured: waiting out a downpour in a chip shop on the Tasmanian coast - January 07
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