One of my colleagues came in this morning complaining that his Harley wouldn't start. He said he got it out of the driveway and all it did is make a Tick Tick Tick sound. This being the happiest moment of his day that was unexpectedly stolen from him, I looked him right in the eye and said: "Geez, couldn't you just kick start it?!"

I don't think that helped his attitude and outlook for the day. Anyway, this reminded me of my old moped circa 1995. I rode with my parents in the back of my Dad's truck out to Kanab from St. George to pick it up for what I thought was a killer deal of $200. 

We got it back home and the seat was worn but it was usable. My Dad had a few connections and he later had all the material on the seat replaced for me. My moped was outfitted with a cooler strapped to the back and I had a big cherry red helmet to complete my ride. Shawn probably remembers my ensemble. (Thankfully my Dad gave me his old truck a year later.)

I'm sure I got a lot of finger pointing and laughing at high school but I didn't care. At least I didn't have to ride the bus anymore. Sure I could've hiked to Harts and then Middleton, but by then, the bus would've beat me home. On a good day, I could fire up my moped and start cruising back to Middleton before other students could get all of their gear into their cars. Good times. I could probably get to the house within five minutes.

... One student constantly got berated for coming back from lunch late. I took pride in getting my two cents in: [With a smug look on my face...] "Geez, I can get my moped home, make Mac & Cheese, watch USA Live, and still get back here on time." ... That was before I starting cutting class to go home and watch satellite and sleep during the day... but that's a different story.

I eventually sold the moped for $50.

- Brandonbert

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