worst vacation EVER.
So, on the morning of my brothers birthday (the 28th) We got a call from the portland police to say that they recovered our scooters underneath the Casco Bay Bridge. They had been stolen the night before, coasted down the street, then smashed up under the bridge. Scooters have a lot of plastic on them and are fairly easy to destroy. The motors seem fine, but the front turn signal/headlight assemblies are broken off and hanging by the wires. The mirrors are broken off, and the side panels are smashed.
The cops had the scoots towed. We had to pay $100 to the tow company to get them back (talk about adding insult to injury).
All in all one of the worst things to happen to me in a long time. Those scooters represented everything joyful about existence- being a grasshopper instead of an ant during the summertime...
(Oh, and my girlfriend and I broke up.)
...her's a pic from better days
I think we can fix 'em.
The cops had the scoots towed. We had to pay $100 to the tow company to get them back (talk about adding insult to injury).
All in all one of the worst things to happen to me in a long time. Those scooters represented everything joyful about existence- being a grasshopper instead of an ant during the summertime...
(Oh, and my girlfriend and I broke up.)
...her's a pic from better days
I think we can fix 'em.