Behold, why I don't drive. Anything. Oh, Jack's scooter. How I love you. What did I name it again? I forget. Anyway, he has a scooter now, which is good because he can get places, and bad because it makes all my clothes smell like gasoline, and it's 29 degrees outside, which is cold standing still, but add a 35mph headwind, and....bonechilling. ( Read more... )