Hoped my scooter would start. It did.

Hoped it would last me long enough to arrive at the mechanic’s. It didn’t.

I knew I could only make it as long as I didn’t have to stop. I made it 150 yards until the first red light.

Dead again.

I pushed it the rest of the way along main roads, back alleys, parking lots and finally rolled in to my mechanic just before the rain started. Lucky again.

La poderosa will be better than ever in another 24 hours, with a brand new engine.

The bike to the left is not mine, just ironically another bike at the mechanic shop, welcoming me “home.”