I know my reasons, and I told him. But I want to extend the question to you all. Why do you scoot? The economics? The "freedom" of the ride? The community? The bomb-ass parking? Or the plain and simple fun of it?
Just curious.

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Yup. Uh huh. Yeah. Oh that too. And yes.madtolive wrote: Why do you scoot? The economics? The "freedom" of the ride? The community? The bomb-ass parking? Or the plain and simple fun of it?
as they should.madtolive wrote:the one i most worry about is the zombie attack. no joke. zombies scare the holy hell out of me.
Yessss, Bonneville.... I love it as well.madtolive wrote:the triumph bonneville makes me salivate. maybe one day...
i totally just had a zombie discussion in my local scooter forum last week. They were filling my head with crazy ideas about zombies that made me alter my "Zombie Escape Plan". Luckily someone with zombie knowledge came along and straightened them all out and I was able to revert back to my original Zombie Escape Plan. no worries.madtolive wrote:the one i most worry about is the zombie attack. no joke. zombies scare the holy hell out of me.
This is so easy. Play dead. If you can't play dead, Smell dead.Christy wrote:i totally just had a zombie discussion in my local scooter forum last week. They were filling my head with crazy ideas about zombies that made me alter my "Zombie Escape Plan". Luckily someone with zombie knowledge came along and straightened them all out and I was able to revert back to my original Zombie Escape Plan. no worries.madtolive wrote:the one i most worry about is the zombie attack. no joke. zombies scare the holy hell out of me.
do you have a plan?!?!
Kind of like asking "Why do you breath?" ....madtolive wrote:---------- Why do you scoot? ............
christ almighty, that sounds utterly traumatizing! night of the living dead was my first zombie movie too, i was just a kid, maybe 7 or 8 years old, and begged my parents to let me go with my older sister and her friend to go see the "scary movie."GaryEPSP wrote:My mother worked a part-time job working a concession stand at a drive-in. On her first night she took my sister and I and left us alone in the car while she worked. I was ten, my sister, nine. The movie was, [iThe Night of the Living Dead.[/i] It was also a night where one of the worst lightning storms in the area struck our area. Those that know me; need I say more?
human nature to feel guilty about doing things that feel good? lets start a gang called the scooter libertines....it's weird, but I think we've gotten to a point in our culture where doing something purely for enjoyment is somehow bad or cause for guilt.
hehe.To catch a woman like you whos boyfriend won't scoot with her...LOL.
Sure, but until over 50% of the vehicles on the road are scooters and motorcycles the odds of getting hit by a car or truck are still greater. (Even then, once you take into account visibility and other factors, I'm sure you'd still be more likely to get hit by a cager.) There's also the fact that many scooter crashes, even fatal ones, don't involve another vehicle at all. Hit a patch of oil, sand, or slick asphalt while navigating a curve in a scooter and you could be toast. In a car, even if you spin out of control, you're still better-protected for the most part.jfrost2 wrote:Just remember, the mroe time passes, the more scooters are sold, the more scooterist, the more scooters on the road. The less cars.
If you have an accident, it may not be as fatal as it would be with a car hitting you. You'd still probably break an arm/leg or rib though.
Great great points about safety and probably should be in the new member FAQ!ericalm wrote:
The solution: Ban cars.
The not-totally-impossible solution: smaller, better, more sensible and smarter cars with better drivers.
Short term interim solution: Responsible and safe scootering.
Ride like you're invisible. Ride because you love it. Ride despite the fact that your loved ones may not really get it. Sad to say, not everyone's cut out for scootering.
Then stay away from Haiti. Been there not as a tourist.madtolive wrote:the one i most worry about is the zombie attack. no joke. zombies scare the holy hell out of me.
I really really resonate with this. I remember the first time I was rolling down the street, pushing 50 on the speedo, and I just felt so...free. I remember realizing I'm not wearing a seatbelt I'm not strapped in, I'm not caged within anything! The whole world just is...right there, right at my fingertips. Bugs occasionally plunk into my face shield or bounce off my chest. And the wind whips at my sleeves and makes ridiculous knots in my hair. I just love it.Buddy_wannabe wrote:Kind of like asking "Why do you breath?" ........seriously it is just plain fun/cool.
The other day I was leaving work, standing by my red scooter, putting on my gear. A guy on a huge red Harley pulled up and parked next to me.jfrost2 wrote:Lots of cruiser bikes and harley riders where I live, especially next to me in my neighborhood.
Ever since I got my buddy, this guy like to leave out his big noisy harley and show it off on his side walk every day.
aww, who says big bad smelly harley dudes can't be endearing?MaxPotter wrote:
First, he looked at me like I had three heads. Then he burst out laughing, came over and hugged me, patted my shoulder and told me to remember to keep the rubber side down. It was very sweet.
Cute story, the Harley guys at the shop always say "keep the shiny side up!"MaxPotter wrote:As he was getting off the hog, I looked at it, then I looked at my scooter, then I pointed at the Harley,and I asked him, "If I water it, do you think it will grow into that?"
First, he looked at me like I had three heads. Then he burst out laughing, came over and hugged me, patted my shoulder and told me to remember to keep the rubber side down. It was very sweet.