Crashing Denver's Bad Saturday Scooter Ride

• Author: ZackE (---.proxy.aol.com)
• Verified User: zakre
• Date Posted: 03-23-08 23:56

Kinda bummed I was the only moped there. But it was a fun event.

Props to Michelle for putting it all together.

So yeah, got the 103 down to Denver for the ride. Left plenty early, had my carb get screwed up on the way down, twice. Gota replace that Gurtner, the float bowl top ‘bar’ is one of the worst ideas ever concieved.

It ended up running better than it had in a while, so it was worth the half hour on the side of the road.

Started at Club 3. Only moped there, advertising it with that sweet patch the Fleet sold me at Flock Yeah.

I was suprised at the really positive feedback I was getting. These were mostly vintage scooteer peeps, and I’d say a solid majority of them either wanted, or already had, a broken moped.

It snowed, we rode to the destination. In a supreme act of forsight, the destination was only a few blocks away, so we skipped the ride plan and got straight to drinking at the Wyncoop. 25% off everything, and free pool.

I met the locan Honda Ruccus(sp?) club. They were actually pretty neat dudes. I’d always made asumptions about new scooter owners, but these four guys had modded their own bikes, and really just wanted to drink, ride, and wrench. We might have to have a new/old mash up night with them sometime. A couple are looking into mopeds right now as well.

I remember meeding Bottle Rocket Dan. I remember leaving the bar.

I remember getting pulled over.

Sorta.

We were comming up Speer, from lodo to 4th and Grantish. Speer is a big diagonal road crisscrossed by oneway streets.

I was sloshed.

Apparently the cop was back there with lights on for a block, but how am I suppose to see that?

He told a scooterist to “Tell that kid to pull over”.

Which was respoded to with “You pull him over”.

So, he did, sorta.

Pulled up next to me, I’m watching the red light, like a good little drunk, and he rolls down his window. I hear the scream of “Pull that piece of shit off the road now”.

Now, a cherry Peugeot 103 is not shit, but in his defense I was flying without a tail light, and my cateye was dead. Which is why there were two scooters behind me.

I pulled to the right, onto the sidewalk ramp and dismounted.

He hesitated, then drove off. I’d pulled onto the sidewalk of a leftbound one-way, and he had no way to get to me. We took off before he came back, and moped was in a back yard within five minutes.

I drank.

I talked.

I think I puked in a sink.

Someone showed me the couch downstairs, and I woke up cramped, hung over, but with a blanket.

Fucking awesome, this is what I’ve been missing all winter.

Nuts to all of you who came up with reasons not to come. The whole total half mile of riding with that non-sticking snow was just fine, even on all the slicks people were running.

Thanks again Michelle, I’ll ride with your scooter people any time, they’re allright folks.

Please help me appalogise to whoever’s sink I cleansed (I think I had the water running, and it was just a stomach full of beer (and I think some knockoff absynth?).

Also thank them for the couch.

~ZackE