Scooter Problems.

I drive a scooter. Its name is Monty (short for Montgomery). Lately it has had some issues. It wouldn't start on Monday. It started yesterday but something smelled like it was burning. So I decided it was time to take it in to the shop. So I asked my friend to follow me in his car and away we went. I putted up the street. Looking in my mirror I could see this white cloud of stinky exhaust spurting out the tailpipe. I turned left onto a long straight road. Suddenly my friend zoomed past me. I thought he was just being funny trying to race me. I kept putting along.

Soon I looked in one of my mirrors and saw that the white exhaust hadn't stopped. And it wasn't this wispy haze that dispersed a few seconds after Monty gushed it out. It was this long, thick cloud of white exhaust stretching all the way down the street. The cars following me were engulfed in it. Mercy on their souls for how bad it must have smelled. But I was not to be deterred. I kept putting along. Every so often I would look back over my shoulder, see the chalky fog chasing me, and chuckle at the whole situation. I was a menace to the neighborhood but kept putting along.

One car followed me for a solid 15 seconds before swerving down a tiny side street to escape the great white stink. I take this moment to publicly apologize to that person. I also want to apologize to the biker that rode through the smog, you probably should go get screened for something.

Nutshell: I felt like one of those fighter jets with the smoke trails that perform acrobatic stunts in airshows...except I was maxing out at 28 mph and only made 4 turns.

That's me in the middle.