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As the weather turns chilly and autumn-like here in Denver, and I wrap myself up in a puffy and scarf just to get on the scoot, I have to wonder what life would be like if I could ride the scooter year-round.  What a fantastic life it would be.  However, if I were to attempt that in the great state of Colorado, I would no doubt emerge from winter a finger-less and nose-less person.  Alas.  I will stick with bundling until it's just no longer bearable.  The good news is, even in January Colorado gets 60 degree days!   

My very first encounter with an Italian on a scooter was in Italy in 1997.  I was 16 and completely naive to the different subcultures of motorists at that point of my life.  What an awakening.  This particular scooterson was minding his own business, riding along on his moped with the innocence and joy that comes with being free to ride in Italy on a gorgeous summer day.  You can imagine, he had not a care in the world.  Until an oversized coach tour bus full of picture-taking, obnoxious Americans came baracading through his intersection in a tight right turn (all turns in Italy are tight) which clobbered this motorist with the broad side of it's frame, and simply, with no effort at all, knocked him completely off his little black moped, which in turn promptly toppled over him. 

Let me clear a couple things up before I continue.  First: the bus was my tour's bus and I was sitting wide-eyed with my face smashed against the back window.  Second: the bus driver did not in fact see this scooterson.  And lastly: The Italian didn't get hurt as far as I could tell.

Okay.  So, the Italian wriggles out from underneath his moped and stands up in a daze.  The bus, still trying to make this right turn, is oblivious.  The Italian does only what his cutlure has taught him to do; fly off the handle.  He makes a round fist and starts beating the side of the bus with all his might and screaming what could only have been obscenities in Italian.  When the bus is straightening out, and speeding up, he looks as if he might explode.  Picks up his moped and runs with it in one arm while continuing to beat the bus with his other hand. 

This, my friends, can only teach us one thing.  When traveling in Europe, don't get on a coach tour bus and be one of those Americans.  OKAY, kidding... When riding your scooter, act as if no one on the road sees you, because they usually don't!

Well, no.  Not necessarily.  Just like all tissues aren't Kleenex, all lip balm isn't Chapstick, and soda doesn't mean 'Coke'....nor are all scooters Vespas.  Although they may have made the world of scootering famous (along with the Italianos) starting way back in 1946, Vespas are now in competition with dozens of other scooter makers.  To see a complete list, click here.

Click here to read a recent interview done by NPR, in which a couple experts in the scooter world told all when it comes to buying a new scooter.  There is a lot to think about with these little guys!   

Ok, this is the the brochure that I got from the dealership where I purchased my first scooter.  Mind you...it was in 2006, not 1986.  Although it seems to be insanely out-dated, it offers some steadfast advice about scooting:

1) When your bangs are feathered, don't put your helmet on all the way - it will flatten them.
2) Only wear stone-washed jeans when riding a scooter so that other drivers will see you, even when its dark.
3) Honda jackets are rad!

Alright, for real, here is what they advise:

1) Wear a helmet, face shield/goggles, long-sleeves/jacket, close-toed shoes, and gloves when scooting.
2) Remember this important acronym: SIPDE (because that's real easy to remember...). 
Scan your surroundings constantly
Identify potential hazards quickly
Predict if the hazard could cause a collision
Decide how to avoid the hazard or reduce its threat
Execute proper action

Wow...thanks Honda for this insightful review.

Well I don't think it's any secret now that I am a greenie.  And I find that living a green life can be challenging.  That's where Ideal Bite comes in to save the day!  There to offer the intelligent, often times hilarious, but always helpful "light green" tips for everyday living. Read, and take notes.  (Also click here to see what they say about scooting). 

Okay apparently I am the worst blogger ever.  Please forgive the delay in getting another post up.  I think I just lived through the quickest 3 weeks of my life. 

Anyway.  How is everyone.  Good?  Firey? Nervous? Happy?  Well I am just flat-out excited.  I have a serious commitment coming up: what they refer to as a 'super-dedicated driver' for the Democratic National Convention.  Yes, it's in Denver this year if you didn't already see the promo for my hometown making yet another national spotlight appearance to host the "Greenest Convention to date" (the words of our mayor, John Hickenlooper).  So what does a super-dedicated driver do exactly?  Well, first of all, I have a car. 

And to tanget for just a moment, I am going to tell you what kind of car: A Yukon.  So for the greenie that I am, I was horrified to learn of my week long gas-guzzling sidekick.  And when I test drove this Yukon, I should have been happy to see the 'Hybrid' label, right? (here is where the tangent comes in):  What in the world was GMC thinking when they came up with a car that gets 20 mpg instead of 14 mpg and were actually congratulating themselves for it?!?!  This is what I call "envy green".  Meaning that they (and I am not just referring to GMC) are making products that seem green to the misinformed public, but are actually just a marketing scheme to relfect their half-ass attempt at making a product that makes a difference.  OK...I am done.

During the week of the DNC, I am assigned a VIP (read: VERY Important Person -ha) which I load up in my heavily tinted black Yukon Hybrid and haul around to wherever this person may want to go.  No, I don't know who this person is yet.  But believe me I am praying they 1) have good taste in music 2) are cool 3) give me credentials to dnc events 4) have a good sense of humor 5) invite me to sit in the VIP section at the Pepsi Center on Thursday night to hear Obama accept his nomination.  Wait...never mind.  I am talking about a politian here.   

Life is funny isn't it?  Sometimes I feel like giggling to myself because of how absurd things like blogging about scooting are.  But I look at it this way.  Blogging is our way of sharing life with each other.  You drive/walk/ride/fly by thousands of people every single day.  And don't get to talk to them.  And although you may not want to sometimes, here you get to.  And not just any people but people that want to talk to you too.  That share your interests or may even need your advice or help.  That is why I started this blog and site.  To get connected with people I wouldn't normally be able to connect with (sorry if you're the woman I yelled at in a black Saturn last week, but please be more polite to scootersons in the future...whew that feels better to get off my chest).