Honda Metropolitan scooter-2009 – for sale in Kendallville??

Well, I don’t know. I go out and look it and then I think of my soon to be 66-year-old-body, which barely measures five feet. That, by the way, is how I estimate distances by eye: How many AmeliaJake’s end-t0-end to cover a span.  Ah, yes, that room is about four AmeliaJakes by a little under three AmeliaJakes. I have actually lain on the floor to make certain a distance is actually 10 feet and not nine.

But that is not what this is about; this is about a scooter and the sense of keeping it. Okay, I have a couple of grandkids who could ride it, but then I wouldn’t want to be in any way responsible for road rash or a little leg or arm injury.

Now the nice thing about scooters (under 50 cc) in Indiana is that you do not need a license to ride it or a license plate to take it out on the road. You also do not need a license to go sideways over the handlebars because you are too short to put a foot down without inviting a major change in the center of gravity.

Can  you buff out little scratches in the fiberglass body?  That would make it look brand new and the odometer is under 1,500 miles.

BUT IT IS SO CUTE!!!!!!

Oh my gosh, I just looked at sales listing that reads:  White Honda Metropolitan Scooter seeks new partner. Must be good-looking, young, spiffy, bubbly, adventurous and capable of not embarrassing said scooter or driving into a tree. Used by little old lady, who had to be let go due to uncoolness, unspiffyness, non-adventurous body and well, not bad looking for an old lady, but hey, old lady looks and perky teen-age, early 20 looks just can’t compare. Aim: companionship and fun, marriage possible but not preferable given white scooter’s zest for seeking- new- horizons-at-the-drop-of-a hat.

What? I’m being ditched?  Hey, it feels different on this side of the story. Actually, little scooter, I am feeling used. You just sweet-talked me into  a professional spa treatment, including new battery, at Hayden Honda, and now it’s So long, Old Lady. I thought I was your AJ, your buddy – and I was just a Sugar Mommy????