I’d like a motorcycle for myself, but I won’t get one because a lot of people drive like idiots and many drive distracted, not to mention inebriated.
I could not imagine the desire to put a new driver on a scooter because she lacks confidence. If she is afraid and timid, putting her on something that makes her extremely vulnerable to injury just does not compute.
I put my daughter, similarly lacking in confidence, behind the wheel of my crew cab F150 pickup truck when she got her license. She’s had 3 fender benders (none over 10mph thankfully) in 4 years of driving, but she was quite safe each time.
That’s why my SO made the kids drive grandpa’s Volvo through hs and university. I managed to get the boy into an s60r, but it had to be volvo.Boxey but safe.
It’s more what I’ve gleaned from scooter forums. It’s probably not necessary, and I think my manual recommends something like every 2k miles, but I drive about 500 miles in a year and don’t really want to go longer than that.
Intention is that she would be on sidewalks, rather than in the street, so a slow(ish) yet still motorized transportation is worthwhile for her. We’re not looking for 35mph+, just something to get her a couple of miles in <10 minutes so she doesn’t have to walk 40 minutes to work.
An electric Scooter might be a good choice, although they’re also Illegal on sidewalks where I live.
I’ve owned two. Their batteries aren’t meant to last long and replacing just the battery is comparable to buying an entirely new scooter. So over time an ebike might be more economical.
I’m taking three international students trap shooting this morning. Then back to the garage for beer, fries, and moose. Topped off with my SO’s butter tarts.
I can’t wait to say ‘That was a GREAT shot! What were you aiming at?’.
Always a lot of fun to watch these young folks doing this kind of stuff.
Two weeks from today I’m taking a couple of them turkey hunting. Omg if one of them bags a bird.
The new (month old) batch of kittens have learned that the squeak of the back door opening means come out from your hidey hole and get pets. This was precipitated by lots of extra food for mama cat right at the hidey hole and me sitting and not touching babies when they began to explore so mama would stop hissing. Now everyone is used to me (mama) and/or excited to see me (babies).
