Okay, I went over to Hayden Honda and Ralph, who is a very, very nice man, told me that it could very well be the air filter; when I changed it, which he showed me how to do, a lot of liquid did indeed drain on the ground. However, the battery was very low and so I went  back and got a charger for a motor scooter- sized battery. It finally charged . . .  but it still won’t start. I think the spark plug is fouled and I have watched a YouTube video on changing the plug on a Metropolitan. The narrator says, though, “It’s kind of tricky” at one point and I am at the big sigh stage.

I know there are probably a number of people within two football field lengths of me who could whip a new one in but my psychic vibes are not reaching them.

Ah, yes, someone who shall not be named admitted she got “cocky” and tried to get up speed for a fast run downhill. Well, it was downhill, all right – the sliding crash of throttle doom; it was uphill pushing it home. I know; I pushed it. At the last intersection, a pickup was turning and he motioned for me to go ahead, but I was enjoying the little rest and indicated he should go ahead and turn. So, he did and as he was passing, I accidentally leaned against the handlebars and hit the horn. So, there I stand, balancing a scooter on my hip and waving my hands that I didn’t mean it – that it was an accidental blow. Fortunately he grinned.

Well, that is all we are going to say about this.

Today I think I am going to go through the house and clean and toss out trash. Gee, it is hard to say no more about the above.

Real hard.