Scooters Are More Dangerous Than I Thought

The Speed Four is still down, waiting for it's chain to be adjusted. I got some great advice on how to break the axle nut loose, but that sucker is torqued on tight. 110 Newton-Meters of torque, to be precise. The goofy little wrench in the Triumph tool kit isn't NEARLY long enough to lever that little bastard free.

Tonight I'm going to go and get a breaker bar. That oughta show it who's boss.

In the meantime, I've been riding Lady Luck's Vespa to work. The Vespa, for me, is no end of trouble. For one thing, I can't feel the speed at all, which results in my riding everywhere at 65 miles per hour. Fun, yes, but certainly not wise when trying to avoid the hidden cameras of the law.

The other problem I have is that it's just too darn much fun. Last night I had a great time riding home on side roads, seeing Christmas light displays I haven't seen before and, of course, speeding.

I was having such a good time, in fact, that I stopped paying attention to where I was, and wound up riding an extra five miles or so before I realized I'd missed my turn.

I wish I was kidding.

I was shocked when I finally looked at the name of the road I was crossing and figured out where I was in relation to home.

Oops.

Anyway, I made it home, late, happy, and mildly embarassed.

It's been slightly easier keeping my speeds down today. Hopefully I won't get unintentionally lost tonight.