Delores: My Scooter Adventures

I have a little scoot scoot which I playfully named Delores. Little did I realize the ridicule that would come from this specimen of a motorized vehicle. In high school I was the coolest kid in school rolling up on that pair of wheels. Every girl wanted me and every guy wanted to be me. It wasn't nerdy at all that my little brother had a matching scooter, and that we would ride side by side to school every morning. It didn't matter that guys on motorcycles would rev their massive engines just to make fun of my 50cc scoot mobile. It didn't matter that people actually pointed and laughed as I drove by on the little thing with the lawn-mower like engine roaring at full capacity. It didn't even matter that I maxed out at twelve miles an hour going up steep hills. I was on top of the world on my little scooter Delores and no one was going to stop me.

Time passed and I was about to move up to college. There was no way that I wasn't taking Delores with me. She was there through the thick and the thin. She was always the one that got me from point A to point B even if it took double the time that it would take in a regular car. So she came on with me. No I did not ride the scooter two and a half hours from my home. That would have turned into an overnight trip with how long it would have taken on my scooter. When I got to Utah State University something happened that made it so I may never ride my scooter again.

Candace was up visiting from Idaho so I decided to take her on a little date. While we were driving Candace made a comment on how everyone was so nice to us. I informed her that it wasn't that they were being nice, and waving. They were pointing and laughing. It's alright though I had gotten used to it over the years. After we finished up at Spoon Me (a delicious frozen yogurt place). I took Candace back to her car so that she could drive to the place she was staying for the night. After saying our goodbyes I tried to start my scooter up and absolutely nothing happened. That was when I knew I was in trouble.

I tried several times to get that little engine going, but to no avail. I figured it wasn't too far from my place of residence so I was just planning on pushing it home. When I had made it to the intersection just adjacent to my apartment I determined that since the light was red I could try and start the thing again. While I was struggling to get the scooter going a car pulled up to me. I realized almost instantly that it was a Utah State police officer. Honestly he must not have had much to do that day because he felt the need to give me a police escort home. We are talking the full shabang with flashing lights and sirens. It was top 5 most embarassing moment of my life. People in cars were staring at me as I slowly pushed my motorized scooter through an intersection with a police escort. The police officer took this as his serious duty to make sure that I made it home safe. That was the day that Delores stopped working, and I made the decision that my scooting days were over.

My brother Preston strapped bull horns on his scooter to look cool.