Scooter

After a short swim today, I decided to take a ride up Provo Canyon. My previous rides up Big Cottonwood Canyon and American Fork Canyon were so much fun that I decided it would be a nice relaxing ride to help me get my mind off all the stress at work. It was not at all like the other two rides, nor was it relaxing. For one thing, Provo Canyon is a freeway. I guess that didn’t really cross my mind until I typed it just now, but it’s true. Provo Canyon is a multi-lane divided highway. The ride up the canyon was a lot of fun. I had a great tail-wind pushing me up. In some spots I was able to hit the “red line” a few times (75 mph – indicated). I imagine I was only going about 65 mph, but that’s a topic for a different day. It was a great ride up the canyon. ...

Several months ago I started the process of getting my motorcycle endorsement to my Utah driver license. The written test was a piece of cake, but everyone warned me about how hard the skills test would be. Luckily, they don’t let you take your skills test until several months after you take your written test. I think this is mostly due to the number of people waiting to take the skills test. Today was the day I was scheduled to take the skills test. ...

I took my scooter in for its first oil change a few weeks ago. The Scooter Lounge was having some sort of Scooter Rally where a large group of scooter enthusiasts all rode up American Fork Canyon together. They invited me to go, and bring Charmaine, but I wasn’t sure how well it would handle the canyon with both of us on it. I figured the scooter was made for two people, but probably two Taiwanese people. I had just ridden up and over Sun Crest and up Big Cottonwood Canyon the week before that. It slowed itself down to 35 on the road over Sun Crest… and that was by myself. So I declined. ...

Riding a motorcycle is like joining a fraternity of some sort. If you haven’t ever ridden one on the roads, you may not have noticed. When motorcycles pass each other in opposite directions, they usually give each other what I’m calling the motorcycle wave… each rider drops his left hand to wave to the other below the handlebars. I realize that my scooter is far from being a motorcycle, but it doesn’t look like a typical scooter, either. I guess the larger wheels make it look somewhat like a motorcycle to motorcycle riders approaching from the front, because I get the motorcycle wave fairly often. It’s such a simple thing, but it adds a lot to the experience. I’m more and more convinced that I’m going to end up with a real motorcycle at some point.

Silly me. I thought I could head down to the local DMV office during lunch and get my motorcycle endorsement. I completely underestimated the number of lines and the speed at which they would move. As my 1:00 meeting got closer and closer I realized I wouldn’t finish the tests by the time I had to leave. At 12:50, I was about to leave, having done nothing but wait in lines for 90 minutes. It was pretty disappointing. But then I checked my email and saw a message from my boss telling me not to worry about the 1:00 meeting. He had rescheduled it to 3:30 to allow me to stay there and take the test (so I wouldn’t have to re-wait those 90 minutes some other day). ...

After a year of consideration and on-and-off research, I finally found a way to stop driving the Nissan Armada around. The point of not driving it is to save the miles/wear-and-tear for the real reasons we bought it… to drive large groups of people around and to haul large items around. It was never meant to be a commuter car. We bought it when we lived in the Seattle area and we never drove it to work. It sat parked in our garage most of the time. We brought it out when people came to visit us, when we took road trips (what a great car for road trips), and we hoped to buy a boat and/or other toys that we would haul around behind it… but then we moved to Utah. Gone are the days of carpooling to work in the morning. ...