Friday, August 2, 2013
The Fellowship of the Two-Cycle Fumes
And a couple years ago he ran into the Ghost Riders.
Then Mark turned me onto my Honda Metro II scooter a few of months ago. I figure he didn't think I was ready for a moped, so he recommended a scooter. Between then and now, most Mondays have either been cold or rainy or busy.
Tonight was busy, too, but a meeting got canceled. So, I called my brother.
"In my garage," Mark answered. He's cool with lack of phone etiquette.
"I can be there in the time it takes to get my scooter from my house to yours. You going to Founders?"
"Sure. Come on over."
I got to Mark's house on the other side of town then the two of us drove to Founders microbrewery downtown. I got there and saw about 30 mopeds parked, but only about three scooters. And my 2nd-cousin Lee was there who I hadn't seen in 25 years. He was riding the orange Puch that Mark helped him find last year. I looked over the various mopeds parked there. It was a cool sight.
After a few minutes of introductions to Mark's friends in the Ghost Riders, we all took off on a ride. My little Honda has this gentle, purring, 4-cycle engine that would never disturb anyone's sleep and its exhaust emissions have a bouquet not dissimilar to rose-water, in my unbiased opinion. This is in contrast to the sound and fury of over two dozen 2-cycle engines. These brethren of the chain-saw engine were belching so much smoke that I could sense Rachel Carlson spinning in her grave. Spotted Owls, no doubt, quaked in their nests this night.
My brother brought his dog in the bike trailer he's modified for canine transport. It's a chick magnet (which would work better if he were one of those 20-somethings), but it means he tends to stay near the back of the pack. Since I was the new guy, I kept with him.
However, since I was running flat-out most of the time and sometimes felt a need for more power on hills or catching up, I figure I'll be doing some performance mods on my scooter.
It was great fun to course through the streets of Grand Rapids in a roaring horde of mopeds. A mobile cloud of two-cycle exhaust fumes. After the ride, Mark and I went back to his house and we hung out for a while before I scootered home well after 11:00pm.
I've heard that scooters and mopeds are a fad. Maybe so, but I had a great time with my brother.