What you are seeing in this picture is the object of much of a massive amount of my affections. No not the kid (though i do like Ben) I spook of that white and blue rolling slice of heaven he is riding. This essentially represents my first taste of freedom, my first chance to ride on the wild side, my first wheels. Though a variety of concussions and varies head related trauma prevent me from remembering details concerning this little blue hot rod, I have it on good authority that this is the first girl I slept with (I believe it's appropriate to refer to a vehicle a "girl" in colloquial English). Though I have no memory of the wind blowing through my then golden mane, whenever I see the thing it drums up some deep seeded affection, the same I feel when I see pictures of my first dog or Gladdus. Here's to you scooter, lost but not forgotten, once again your likely lead filled plastic wheels are eating up the miles with the aid of callused tiny feet.