Mission Accomplished *

Much like a foreign country searching for it's previous respect for the U.S., I find myself unable to locate the charger for my scooter because it's been so long since I've seen it. After waiting for months to get a replacement controller for the broken one, then more weeks of waiting for an explanation for why the replacement didn't *fit*, and then another few weeks of physically altering the body to *make* it fit, and finally a wet, miserable night of putting all but one of the body panels back on, I *finally* took a demi-legal trip to HEB. The mirrors are all fucked up, it hasn't been charged in who knows how long, it's dirty, the attachment for the trunk will have to be re-fixed after having already been fixed once after falling off the bike in the middle of Lamar during rush hour, but the scooter actually started at Point A and carried me to non-co-located Point B, then back again from Point B to Point A. The new shocks seem much better than before (didn't bottom out once) and I bet I'll get sprayed in the face with greasy water less often when I put the front faring back on. Gas isn't $4/gallon anymore, and my health insurance will be running out soon, but at least the fucking thing can move under it's own power again.

Halle-fucking-lujian, Ho-cakes-sona, Hu-babybaby-ray.
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