It’s been a good nearly two years together. We’ve been through a lot of good times, a couple of bad times, and one really nasty time (I’m pretty sure I shielded you from the road that one time we were in an accident together), and rode 1,730ish miles together (give or take). You’ve taken good care of me, and I’m pretty sure I’ve taken good care of you – aside from covering you in stickers, anyway. And that nasty spill on College Ave. You’re my first scooter, and I love you to death.
But… y’see, I think I’ve outgrown you.
I know, I know, you’ll say “but come on, you haven’t gotten any taller! I’m short and dainty and perfect for you!” But over the past twoish years, I’ve been learning about what I really need in a scooter. I need something that, while being a 49cc scooter, can go up hills without sounding like it’s having an asthma attack. Something that can go from zero to useful in a short amount of time at a stop light. Something that doesn’t piss off the drivers behind me because I’m slowly making my way up to 35 miles an hour after turning onto a new road. I also want something a little bigger, something a little taller, something a little zippier, something a little more reliable. (And I’m not saying you’re not reliable! I am, however, saying that you have been in the shop a couple times over the past two years, and I’ve heard Honda Metropolitans have certain things that get problematic as they age.)
I’m getting a Buddy tomorrow, Scooterlou. And you’re going to end up finding a new home.