So here it is: a common enemy. Our collective nemesis.
Don't be fooled by her Alexis "Rory Gilmore" Bliedel-like innocent cuteness. Don't be lured into thinking that she's on an emergency phone call because a relative has been sent to the hospital and that relative loves to see her in lipstick. That's exactly what she wants you to think.
She is not alone, merely one prong of an army of cagers whose only goal is to run scooterists off the road while making it look like an "accident." As in: "I accidentally changed lanes while talking on the phone and putting on lipstick, officer. But you must admit, my ruby beestung lips are worth putting a scooterist in the hospital."
Evil. Incarnate. Your vigilance is our only defense. We must stand together to stave off these malevolent cagers.
So try to have at least a little respect for what your fellow scooterists ride, whether it's a luxury model or a mainland import. Otherwise, all is hopeless. And you're just asking for some bad scooter karma.
We shall prevail!
