Weather: Sunny, 80’s, monotonous perfection.
Hey Booboo, is that a pic-a-nic basket I see on your scooter?
My first thought was: Somebody shoot me! Please, tell me that I am not riding a bright yellow maxi-scooter in public! This can’t be happening! But then, the adult, mortgage-strapped, wage-slave Gary woke up and took charge of the proceedings. And a good thing it was, too…
Ahhhhh, it is so nice to be on the parkways again. I don’t know what it is about a full-size motorcycle that makes me want to mix it up with the maniacal morons on the freeway. Sure, I save half an hour getting to work in the morning, but that’s at the expense of any peace-of-mind I might have started the day with.
I arrive at early meetings full of adrenaline, muscles bulging and veins pulsing, and people are kind of stand-offish until I settle down and blend into the daily flow of life around the office.
No, I think I have finally made up my mind: The twist-and-go, automatic scooter is the best way to commute to work within the confines of the cities.
On Saturday, I was finally going to take delivery of my very own Baron scooter. My wife Amy drove me over to the warehouse in the family Beetle. Emily was sitting impatiently in the backseat, waiting to see this new wonder.
I had chosen the 250 SX, in the same red and silver colors as the Baron I rode last winter. This bike is capable of speeds around eighty miles per hour, and still gets around seventy miles per gallon. I proved that with the shop Hot Rod that I tested earlier this spring.
Riding a variety of scooters that belong to the Company is certainly fun, but there is nothing like having your very own little hotrod, that you can modify however you want.
We arrived right when they opened. I went in to inspect my Red Baron Hot Rod, and saw the vented grille that my testing had made necessary. That was a good feeling. Everything else was the same as my winter Baron, except we had gained 100cc’s more displacement and an equivalent amount of horsepower. I couldn’t wait to take it out…
Unfortunately, this particular scooter had problems with mid-range throttle response, and that is not good when you intend to ride about in normal traffic. Certainly just a glitch in the plumbing or maybe the carburetor itself, I didn’t know. I had to go to work that day to check on an experiment I was running, so I couldn’t hang around while we figured out the problem.
So we looked around the Baron warehouse, and found a demo that was ready to go. It was yellow… very bright yellow with silver accents. Ugh. The name on the side says “Hammer 2.5″. Well, being a Baron Scooter Test Pilot, I felt it was my duty to take her out and see what she could do. So I saluted my crewchief Loren, and launched out of the parking lot at thirteen hundred hours.
This scooter is very similar to the Black Baron PM 250 that you have seen here before. But this one has the bold graphics necessary for it to sell in the Miami, Florida marketplace from whence it came. Not exactly my cup of tea…
After break-in, I took it up to seventy miles per hour on the freeway, just to validate the manufacturer’s claims. Since then, I have ridden it to work every day and home each night, on my beloved parkways, and it hasn’t let me down at all.
On Tuesday, my wife Amy and I, along with our daughter Emily Rose, went for a scooter picnic at a nearby park. We met another couple we know, who have a daughter in school with Emily. The ride was great, and we had a wonderful time, and the girls posed for the following picture:
Emily Rose and her friend Annabella… glamour personified.
Today, I rode Old Yeller to work again, and afterwards we went back to Baron HQ to check on my Red Baron Hot Rod. Well, the problem persists, even though we swapped carburetors with the other Hot Rod. That means the vacuum plumbing is wrong, or maybe the fuel check valve… I don’t know. I’m leaving it to the experts.
Meanwhile, I am riding Old Yeller, and I guess that isn’t so bad. This is a comfy ride, and it runs just fine. I sit down in the saddle and twist the throttle, and away we go. We can outrun most cars from a stoplight, and squeeze through the spaces that we need to get through traffic. It is so much simpler than riding Frogwing, and there isn’t that pressure to conquer all. Meanwhile, the full-face helmet and sunglasses afford me a small measure of anonymity.
Yeah, I guess I could get used to this. In fact, I think I already have.