What scooter did I put my mum on? Putting my Mummy where my mouth is Mum's up for another scooter, sick of having to drive a car around everywhere mum stated "I want another scooter". Brendon Mum's up for another scooter, sick of having to drive a car around everywhere mum stated "I want another scooter". Like most sons I love my mum & care for her safety a great deal. My mum is a little different in that a battle with the big C & subsequent chemo has weakened the bones meaning a fall is totally out of the question.
Having watched mums battle & subsequent change in attitude I've learnt survivors take no shite doing the things they have always wanted to do, I'd never be a hypocrite & say no. I doubt she'd listen to that kind of tripe anyway. Mum wanted something for around town so I thought a 125cc scoot would do the job. Easy choice I thought, a Daelim S1 with disc brakes front & rear that are linked, stable 13" wheels with good tyres, a super reliable EFI engine with enough go for around town & occassional highway use.
I pulled out the demo Daelim & we went for a ride to a secluded spot where I could just make sure she passed the wobble test (you wobble you don't get scooter until you update training). A picture says a thousand words & mums jockey like coaxing of the S1 meant she wanted more go.
This isn't like the movie Driving Miss Daisy, mums a bit of a lead foot (or wrist in the case of a scooter) which meant mum needed more neddies (power) so we had to step up in capacity.
That left a couple of choices, we sent her out on Dad's Scarabeo 500, Dad was mortified at the thought of losing his big Beo having become quite attached to it after the Moto GP run from the Gold Coast to Melbourne & back last year. Thing is mums the boss & we know better than to argue with her. I don't think mum really wanted dads Scarabeo, she just wanted to make him sweat.
Fortunately for dad the Big Beo was exactly that, too big for mum. I knew at this point what to drag out next, which was bloody annoying because the quest for mums new ride had turned into Goldilocks & the three scooters, only dysfuntional. D'Arcy bear was in the clear able to keep his scoot, Timmy bear could keep the Daelim S1 but Brendo bear knew he was about to lose the scooter he had ordered to replace the last one.
I reluctantly dragged out the Scarabeo 200 immediately starting to talk rubbish. "It's too tall, the screen will fog, insects will take over the world, have you thought about a Zorbing ball?" It was no use, mum knew what I was saying was crap, she pushed me aside the funky colour drawing her closer, after a quick ride mum confirmed she loved it. I'm not sure if this is mums revenge or karma biting my backside. I thought she'd already exacted revenge by making me go to seminars on organics & womens health issues. (I know more on this subject than any man my age should ever have to know) Eitherway I needed to find a new ride.
So mum's pinched my ride but it really doesn't matter, I could always revert to the old days of "Mum, where's the keys to ?" It did allow a Derbi Rambla 250ie to be put on the road, which Tim promptly nicked off me.
Oh crap the only thing left that is registered is the bloody ute.
published 3/04/2009 |