After spending some time reading about the risks of scooter riding and second guessing myself, I drove over to Hayden Honda and spent over an hour and a half on my scooter. Next time they are thinking of putting up cones for me to let me see what the motorcycle test is like even though you don’t need one for scooter in this state. I think the hardest part has been learning to control the throttle with my hand and to develop a bit of sensitivity to the amount of pressure needed. But, hey, this is only my second time out so we all know I am a bona fide expert. I will continue my studies I suppose under the tutelage of Newfie who learned to ride cycles on the cliff roads of Newfoundland. Or was it “hogs” she was riding? Yes, maybe it was German hogs and the name was Helmut, but I got it mixed up with helmet. Spiffie reminds me that if I get Newfie’s goat, I might end up wearing  a hog for a helmet. Well, no one tell Newfie and everything will be just fine.

Dear Newfie,

Do you like the stationery I had made with my picture? I got some for you also and put it in your cubby hole at the Peanut Butter Cafe. Did you know I heard AJ say that she thought you rode pigs in Newfoundland? It seems like an interesting story; I’m going to tell the others and maybe you can give a lecture on it at the next meeting of the lodgers’ ice cream social.

Your friend, Spiffie

WHAT! Spiffie, I rode motorcycles during

the war, patrolling and looking for U-boats

trying to sneak in! That AJ drives me

CRAZY! Oh, rats. What happened to my

goat? Your friend, Newf.