MAINE: my final frontier. These are the voyages of the Scooter Vespa 250 i.e. Super. Its continuing mission - to explore America's most heavily forested state - to roam the vast coastline, numberless lakes, and mighty mountains. To boldly go where no scooter has gone before!

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Only a bit of pride was hurt...

As I journey through the aging process, my concern about being dizzy at times has grown, and a large fear was realized this week as I lost control of my Vespa. Fortunately I was still in my driveway, but I leaned left and toppled over, with the scooter pinning me to the ground.

Only a large scrape on the Vespa, and bruises to most of my left side resulted. The good news is that I am fat! With that condition comes something I like to call a 'protective shield of blubber.'

While I fell quiet hard - with enough force to snap my glasses, even though helmeted - my plunge was broken by this fortunate layer of flab.

And to think, I was planning to lose weight! Well, if I want to 'ride safe,' as our Maine motorcycle plates admonish, I can't see throwing away such a beneficial protective device.


 
Not too badly scarred. I won't post the photos of my personal scars. You're welcome