I think you should take a ride with me on my scooter.
I know you think it is dangerous and that your Mom would just kill you, but really, honestly, cruising doesn't get any better than this. The sweet California breeze, the way the wind makes your eyes squint, the way you push past bulky, boxy automobiles effortlessly. When you arrive at your destination parking is a sinch. Gas costs me five dolla per week and there is no place on the little machine to even put a parking ticket.
I know, I know, you have scooter envy.
I don't blame you.