After a month and a half of no scooter, I finally got word that my little girl was ready to be picked up. I begged RLO for a ride to the shop, promising him we were fine on time because the shop didn’t close until 7 pm. I don’t admit this often, so take note: I WAS WRONG!
I may not have been able to get my scooter out of moped jail, but at least I got a chance to wear my bad ass scooter gang scarf. And since RLO had his motorcycle I was able to wear my rad speed racer helmet. See Internet, I do listen to you! I got a helmet just like you and my mother requested.