Well, gee, I wonder how that happened:
Check out the hand. Any questions?
The scooter is Haximoto, the toughest little scooter you could ever hope to find, and she took me just about three thousand kilometers from Greece to Scotland. She had a wee bit of trouble along the way but that was most likely from some water in the fuel and she recovered well from it. She never broke down even once.
Haximoto was laden even more heavily when I left Greece but I crashed in Nice, France, and that broke off the back box which had given me additional storage. I was total "Beverly Hillbillies" on two wheels and it was a whole lot more dangerous than I anticipated but it was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life, all with just a 170cc motor. My favorite two-wheeler was my Harley but, whoops, I crashed that too, totaling it and nearly myself as well.
Note: I may not have a strong grip on responsibility for personal safety. Maybe.
Here's some further confirmation of being bait for skin cancer:
The tan was not deliberate but there's not a whole lot one can do to get out of the sun while on the road on a scooter and it's way too hot for a jacket. The tan on my head was because most of the time I did not wear a helmet. That wasn't really legal in Greece (i.e. it was definitely illegal) but they usually didn't do anything about it. I did get pulled over once and that was a complete comedy since my Greek is poor but I did get some points for trying since the cop didn't speak so much English. He did let me go, tho.
The pic is from Stockport, England, which is not so far from Liverpool where I was hanging out with lefty Unplugged and Mrs lefty who were absolutely charming and such generous people. If you're not in England, you can hear lefty playing in Second Life but he plays all around the area in Stockport and he calls himself Kevin Farrell when he plays in RL. This trip was because he wanted to show me an extent of the last glacial advance into England and that's what created the structure on which I'm standing. Unfortunately, I don't remember the name of it.
Note: the cane was not permanent but I was having trouble walking because the crash of Haximoto had the unfortunate consequence of landing on my right foot. I've had a bit of a problem with dropping heavy things on my feet in my life and, um, don't do that.
Check out the hand. Any questions?
The scooter is Haximoto, the toughest little scooter you could ever hope to find, and she took me just about three thousand kilometers from Greece to Scotland. She had a wee bit of trouble along the way but that was most likely from some water in the fuel and she recovered well from it. She never broke down even once.
Haximoto was laden even more heavily when I left Greece but I crashed in Nice, France, and that broke off the back box which had given me additional storage. I was total "Beverly Hillbillies" on two wheels and it was a whole lot more dangerous than I anticipated but it was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life, all with just a 170cc motor. My favorite two-wheeler was my Harley but, whoops, I crashed that too, totaling it and nearly myself as well.
Note: I may not have a strong grip on responsibility for personal safety. Maybe.
Here's some further confirmation of being bait for skin cancer:
The tan was not deliberate but there's not a whole lot one can do to get out of the sun while on the road on a scooter and it's way too hot for a jacket. The tan on my head was because most of the time I did not wear a helmet. That wasn't really legal in Greece (i.e. it was definitely illegal) but they usually didn't do anything about it. I did get pulled over once and that was a complete comedy since my Greek is poor but I did get some points for trying since the cop didn't speak so much English. He did let me go, tho.
The pic is from Stockport, England, which is not so far from Liverpool where I was hanging out with lefty Unplugged and Mrs lefty who were absolutely charming and such generous people. If you're not in England, you can hear lefty playing in Second Life but he plays all around the area in Stockport and he calls himself Kevin Farrell when he plays in RL. This trip was because he wanted to show me an extent of the last glacial advance into England and that's what created the structure on which I'm standing. Unfortunately, I don't remember the name of it.
Note: the cane was not permanent but I was having trouble walking because the crash of Haximoto had the unfortunate consequence of landing on my right foot. I've had a bit of a problem with dropping heavy things on my feet in my life and, um, don't do that.
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