don’t talk to me like you know anything about scooters. you don’t.
i’d never noticed how cold sardine canyon is. maybe because every other time i’ve been through it, i had a roof and windows and doors. this time it was just me and a jacket at midnight.
i think this is the end of the road, kids.
went riding with thomas yesterday. it was pretty effing rad. beautiful weather, sun was shining. great day for a ride.
i really like the lines of the vespa/stella/bajaj scooters. they’re clean and uninterrupted by cables. unfortunately these cables have to go somewhere to get from the handlebars to the engine where they’ll actually do some good. that means they’ve gotta go through the frame. this can make replacing the cables a bit of a pain…
when i was in seattle last summer i had to do an emergency cable housing repair. luckily, my amazing scooter mechanic Dave had some great advice on how to pull the new housing through the frame. it’s actually quite slick:
if you hadn’t heard, my scooter’s a bit broken. the exhaust has a crack in it, and it doesn’t work very well like that.
i love my scooter. random people stop to talk to me, tell me about the scooter they used to have… tell me about vacations to italy… it’s great.
i’m working on a writeup on how to prepare for a scooter road trip. until then, here are a couple of thoughts from my trip to logan and back last weekend:
it was a small fire. and the part that died isn’t vital. but it did clear up the fuse mystery.
Welcome to Justin’s latest adventure. In this issue, we will explore the many fun and interesting experiences to be had while wandering aimlessly about the country on a scooter.
the stock mirrors on a stella (or just about any other p series, for that matter) are worthless. they give me a nice clear view of my shoulders. definitely less effective.
so i got a legshield mirror. you know, those little mirrors that clamp on down by the floorboard?
yeah. one of those.
after a couple of months of riding with it, i feel like i can give it a solid review.
i love my scooter. i love the quirks, i love almost everything about it. but stellas do have a few problems, and mine is no exception. today (just as i was about to run out of gas) i realized that my gas gauge started working. it hasn’t worked consistently in about a year, so this was a surprise. in honor of my suddenly cooperative fuel gauge, i decided to mention some of the problems i’ve run into on my stella.
for those who haven’t yet heard, i hate stella.
did you hear? stella’s back. the scooter lounge has a handful.
saturday afternoon, beautiful day. i stopped for gas in buellton california.
i stopped by the scooter lounge the other day to change the fuel tap on my scooter.
the border patrol. what an untidy group of little fascists.</p>
i think they take some sadistic pleasure in making sure as many people as possible have an unpleasant experience crossing the border.
my experience started out okay. a few quick questions. i think they're required to ask them in the sternest voice they can muster.
"where do you plan on going?"
"how long are you staying in canada?"
"did you really ride that thing all the way from utah? how fast does it go?"
i’m pretty excited. she’s been at the scooter lounge for a while, so it’s good to have her back :)
my cousin’s getting married this weekend in southeastern washington. i was planning on flying but i was starting to feel a bit restless (plus i didn’t find a good deal on airfare). so i’ll be taking my scooter.
that had to have been one of the most surreal storms i’ve been caught in.
this blog's a bit more technical than most... so you don't have to read it if you don't want to.