Can you do the Lambretta? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLBogthhmjQ)

I actually LIKED that commercial, pretty fun looking little scooter.

Soon, I think, I will be buying a motorcycle for my son, probably a Schwin motor scooter, but MAYBE one of those small (less than 100cc) dirt bikes. The Schwin motor scooter is available at Sam's Club, haven't seen any "Lambretta" for sale here.

Gave up my motorcycle riding when I ran my Honda 70 dirt bike up a tree on a hairpin S-Turn on an unknown trail. Broken arms do not facilitate bike riding.....

Still, cute commercial

I kind of got over riding motorcycles when I was forced off the road by a tractor-trailer. He never saw me. Later I caught up with him and he said to turn my lights on. I said they were on. I was doing everything right except sharing the road with a semi. Still with gas prices going up the way they are... I could get around on that 175.

I gave up my Indian motorcycle when I realized I was spending as much time sliding down the road underneath it as I did riding down the road on top of it! --FLO--

cute add, I liked it.

I would love another bike, nothing big, side car would be nice......................... for Rupert.

River

When I was working at a service station, it always amazed me how people who drove scooters could go a whole week commuting to work on $8 worth of gas. Particularly when their SUV-driving brethren were paying $70 every four days.

Riverwind (imported) wrote: Wed Jan 16, 2008 9:04 am cute add, I liked it.

I would love another bike, nothing big, side car would be nice......................... for Rupert.

River

Somehow, I see Rupert driving the motorcycle and River in the sidecar flirting with the old gals as they pass the senior homes

How is a moped like a really fat man?

:-\

They both give you a good ride, but you don't want to be seen on top of one.

-NeinNaziYahLittleNuts

Some of my fondest childhood memories are of me and my buddies tearing up the neighborhood on little Honda 50's and 80's. I would dearly love to get one for my brats, but the old man and my parents have poo-pooed the idea as too dangerous. I say there's nothing like going through the long, hot summer stinking of gasoline and nursing muffler burns on one's inner calves.