I finally bought a breaker bar, and a 27mm (aka "the freakin' huge one back there") socket last night. Within mere minutes of getting the annoying plastic security tabs off my new tools, I had the chain slack adjusted and everything tightened back up.
It was late, though, so I didn't have a chance to take it out for a test ride/shakedown. So today, once again, I rode the scooter in to work.
It's a hard knock life, it is.
Today I took the mighty Vespa on the freeway for a 75 - 80 mph blast in to work. Good times! I thought it was pretty well-behaved at those speeds, and going that fast on a vehicle that isn't much bigger than a shopping cart is a lot of fun.
As I exited, I was amused to see a Harley stopped at the light at the end of the ramp, waiting to turn. The dude - reet and compleet in chaps, leather jacket, backwards baseball cap, and bug-eye goggles - was smack in the middle of the lane, so I wasn't able to get next to him and harass him at all.
So instead, when he roared off, I zipped along quietly behind him. This irritated him to no end, apparently, because he kept riding faster and more recklessly, trying to shake me. I saw him check his mirror for me repeatedly.
I guess he didn't want his cool tarnished by a dorky old scooter.
It didn't work though, because "stupid fast through a turn" on a Harley is "just starting to be fun" on a scooter. We finally hit a red light, and he got in the left turn lane. I puttered up next to him in my own lane, but he saw me coming and inched forward so he wouldn't have to be next to me.
Because scooter cooties can jump pretty far, you know. And I might want to say "Hi," or do something even less macho.
Lady Luck has accused me of being an elitist when it comes to riding. I probably am, but I'm willing to ride with anyone. I just don't like it when people who "ride" don't actually ever ride. Other than that, they can ride whatever, and look however they want.
On the other hand, I think the "breed apart" line as an excuse not to ride with/wave at anyone else is a bunch of bullshit, and protective coloring at best. I'm guessing these people are actually so afraid of being unaccepted that they choose to actively reject anyone who doesn't meet their narrow definition of "cool biker."
As the cliché goes, nothing annoys a non-conformist as much as another non-conformist not conforming to the first non-conformist's standards of non-conformity.
I say, as long as you aren't a complete tool we'll probably get along just fine, so follow me and I'll show you some great roads.