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andyinchville1
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Hi All,
Ok....I pull up as the first vehicle at a newly red stop light....I'm minding my own business when I hear the muffled hum of a scooter that has just pulled up beside me....The kid....probably no more than 16 or so asks about my bike (Specialized Rock hopper w/ 70 CC and 44T), He seems intrigued and wanted to know more about it, so I signaled for him to meet me across the light down at the end of the parking lot at the store where I was headed to anyways....
Still at the light he wanted to see what my bike would do....Feeling a little cocky I figured I'd wow him.... so I anxiously waited for the green....Concentration was intense. I blipped the throttle to keep the engine from loading up...My leg muscles tensed...ready to supply a quick burst of speed to assist the little 70 to glorious victory at the stop light drags..
The light turns green....I push the pedals with a massive heave....all while revving the engine and feathering the clutch for that perfect launch off the line.....Easy prey I think to myself.....Visions of victory celebrations at the tour de france dance in my head....Ahhhh....I had just cut the perfect light.
Suddenly....I note the pungent smell of burning oil....Reality sets in and I
realize that I have been breathing in vapor trails of unburnt 2 stroke oil from my pedalless adversary....I ease off the throttle as we approached the 26 MPH mark since acceleration was no longer happening at an acceptable rate....Well that at the fact that he was already waiting for me at the lot!
Humbled...I pulled along side him and asked what his machine was packing....He looked at me from behind his visor....calmly opened his face shield and softly said...."Stock 50"......My heart fell....I was crushed ..
Moral: Beware the 50 CC scooter!
My thoughts: Revenge will be sweet and it will be mine!
Any ideas on this?...We must unite against the scooter hoards! ;-)
On the positive side tho: a man saw the for sale signs on my bike at another light (whew no scooters in sight) and asked me for some literature....that helped my wounded pride a little! HA
Andrew
Ok....I pull up as the first vehicle at a newly red stop light....I'm minding my own business when I hear the muffled hum of a scooter that has just pulled up beside me....The kid....probably no more than 16 or so asks about my bike (Specialized Rock hopper w/ 70 CC and 44T), He seems intrigued and wanted to know more about it, so I signaled for him to meet me across the light down at the end of the parking lot at the store where I was headed to anyways....
Still at the light he wanted to see what my bike would do....Feeling a little cocky I figured I'd wow him.... so I anxiously waited for the green....Concentration was intense. I blipped the throttle to keep the engine from loading up...My leg muscles tensed...ready to supply a quick burst of speed to assist the little 70 to glorious victory at the stop light drags..
The light turns green....I push the pedals with a massive heave....all while revving the engine and feathering the clutch for that perfect launch off the line.....Easy prey I think to myself.....Visions of victory celebrations at the tour de france dance in my head....Ahhhh....I had just cut the perfect light.
Suddenly....I note the pungent smell of burning oil....Reality sets in and I
realize that I have been breathing in vapor trails of unburnt 2 stroke oil from my pedalless adversary....I ease off the throttle as we approached the 26 MPH mark since acceleration was no longer happening at an acceptable rate....Well that at the fact that he was already waiting for me at the lot!
Humbled...I pulled along side him and asked what his machine was packing....He looked at me from behind his visor....calmly opened his face shield and softly said...."Stock 50"......My heart fell....I was crushed ..
Moral: Beware the 50 CC scooter!
My thoughts: Revenge will be sweet and it will be mine!
Any ideas on this?...We must unite against the scooter hoards! ;-)
On the positive side tho: a man saw the for sale signs on my bike at another light (whew no scooters in sight) and asked me for some literature....that helped my wounded pride a little! HA
Andrew
