scooter babyThey say the two happiest days of a boat owner’s life are the day he buys it and the day he sells it.

I think the same is true for scooter owners!

Don’t get me wrong, I love my scooter. It’s just that the scooter deserves to be ridden. It needs to be ridden. But if you don’t ride it, it dies. I haven’t ridden enough for 2 years, so my baby keeps dying.

I’ve tried to sell it, but here’s the thing, you can’t put a price on freedom. When I’m on that scooter, I feel free. That’s worth way more than the $1500 blue book estimate.

So this year, I decided to ride early and often.

Last weekend the weather was 70-degree, sunny perfection, but my little scooter just couldn’t turn over. I revved it up, tried to kick start it, hugged it, and whispered stories of all the roads we’d travel together. Nothing.

Concluding the battery died (and my battery tender equally dead), I headed to AutoZone for a new battery tender. (A battery tender allows you to charge the battery by plugging it into an outlet.) I prayed the new one would cost less than $30.

$27.99 Yes!

Then I saw it… a solar battery tender!

Same price. Sold.

Let me tell you a little about my scooter. It gets about 100 miles per gallon. You don’t get more efficient than that. Now, even the battery is solar powered. To top it off, my rockin’ gloves are not leather! They are supremely badass and no animal died to make them. I wish I could wear the everywhere, but that would be weird. (One year, I knit a pair of lookalike gloves!)

Enough gushing. You want to know if the solar battery tender worked.

revving the scooterYes!!! I charged it up for about 3 days in the warm sun of this Ohio spring. After a few more kickstarts and rocking her back and forth and hugging her and sending her mental images of driving through neighborhoods and parks, she started!

And then died.

And started again.

And died again.

But she could start.

That’s all I needed. The spark of hope was alive in my little scootergirl heart.

I walked her home, parked her on the sidewalk, and revved the engine for a good 25 minutes to burn off all the bad gas and whatever else was slowing her down.

Then we hit the road.

We drove through neighborhoods where little boys threw us some peace signs and old men nodded with respect. We went up and down hills. We smelled hyacinth still blooming.

Aaannnnd we picked up some ice cream sandwiches.

That’s a pretty good start to scooter season.