My scooter is back!
Painted, primped and smart. People ask when did I buy it :-))))
For many years of its long life, the scooter was a bilious peacock green because well, my mechanic is a glib tongued,incidentally good-looking, Muslim. And that was his choice when I asked him to get it painted.
The two children learnt to drive on it, with many resultant scratches and bumps. And other people drove it when I wasn’t looking and made it a sorry, tired looking vehicle. Which everyone wanted me to abandon.
But there is something about your first vehicle with a lot of family history in it, that you don’t want to part with it. An old Ambassdor which is part of our childhood sits in the garden of my father’s house, steadily rusting and rotting away.
So, I had it fixed up against all sane advice. And seeing it look like it looked 20 years ago, is like welcoming a friend in from rehab.
The con artist gave me an astronomical bill for the work, that I paid without a murmur. Later, I had heartburn and thought, how could I not even do the token argument?