Back in the saddle again, the scooter saddle, that is.
A friend left his scooter here when he fled Saudi Arabia. It’s a nice scooter, as far as scooters go, but the keys were locked away, and we couldn’t get them after he left. Only recently, as in a few days ago, were we able to acquire the keys. Naturally, I took it out for a spin. I’d missed it since Goa.
I drove surprisingly well, like I literally got on, started driving, and was surprised how well I could do it. I guess I picked up some mad skills in India.
And yep, I still enjoy it. The novelty might have started to wear off flying, but it hasn’t worn off riding a scooter, especially with the brisk air this evening.
