Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Uneasy Rider


[Above: Objects of affection. You can click on it to enlarge.]

You know this person. They're single and not too happy about it. They say things like, "All I see are couples holding hands! All I hear are romantic songs! Everywhere I go is love, love, love! Make it stop!" I used to think these people were probably exaggerating. I mean, what's stopping them from going to sit by themselves and listen to death metal for a while? But now, I get it. It's really a phenomenon that's unstoppable, and its victim can't do much about it. I know this because all I see is...scooters. Scooters of all shapes, sizes and colors are constantly passing me by. My desk overlooks the street, and all that seems to drive by are jaunty scooters. I even noticed that my longstanding Livejournal icon had a scooter in the background-- I'd never seen it there before. Ah, the thrill of the open road at 100 MPG...utterly romantic visions of not having to wait for the bus unfurl before me. Luckily, I can only think of one song about scooters (well, mopeds).

So go ahead, bemoan the hand-holders. I'll understand. At least the object of your desire doesn't involve trips to the DMV.


7 comments:

gatto said...

I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black, I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I know a room of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.

Gemma said...

I used to feel like you do. So I bought a scooter. Now it sits unused in my father's garage as a second clothes horse -_-

Ily said...

Gatto-- I had to look those up-- Pink Floyd, right? I don't think I've heard the song, but they're very cool lyrics!
Aww, Gemma, sorry things didn't work out between you and your scooter!

rainbowamoeba said...

I know exactly how you feel. I wanted a scooter so badly when I was a teenager, and I got one when I turned 16. Problem: my parents didn't want me to use it to go to school, to go see people who lived too far away... and during my last two years of high school I had so much homework that it took nearly all my time. The scooter spent most of its time in the garage, and went I left for college my parents sold it.

Now I live near Paris and I see scooters everywhere, and I want mine back so badly that it hurts. Most of my friends are learning to drive and saving for their first car, but I already know how to drive cars and I know I hate it - it's a scooter that I want. I think it will be the first thing I save up for once I'm done with college and have a real job.

gatto said...

I can't believe you never heard it!

Oh you need to listen. I suppose a lot of people don't even think of the original Pink Floyd as Floyd at all. It's definitely a different sound. But that was such a good song.

Ily said...

I know, cars are so 20th century!

edgeofeverywhere said...

This song is about Vespas:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTW5-aovsio