After a week of riding and fifty or so miles, I finally had to fill up my scooter with gas (it wasn’t actually empty, but it was starting to lean on empty, which I think is actually still about a quarter of tank full).
It cost me $2.77 to fill the tank. 🙂
For the past two and a half years, Ashley and I have been sharing a single car. In California. Yes, it’s been a bit of challenge in a state where public transit is non-functional, and walking puts you into one of four categories (courtesy of Hari Kunzru):
I’ve always been pretty lucky about my commutes – most of my jobs have been within 20 minutes by either foot or public transit – so actually needing to drive to work was a pretty big change. Between me wanting to leave for work earlier and staying later, it was getting to be a real pain for Ashley and me to keep carpooling.
So I chose the most economical way to address my commuting need: a 2006 Yamaha Vino 125 scooter. I dub thee “Scooty Puff Senior“.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Two-wheeled vehicles are notoriously dangerous, a fact my parents insisted on telling me over dinners in graphic terms that can only be informed by first-person experiences dealing with the occasional wishboned motorcyclist in the emergency room. I guess I’ll just have to drive really carefully. Promise.