My Little Red Devil

OH MY GOD!

I own a scooter!

(that I can't really ride yet)

Just bought it from Haydar, my Taekwondo teacher for about $500 Cdn. I figure that if he can teach me to kill someone with my bare hands, he can also teach me how to keep my balance on this infernal machine. Just rode it for about 20 minutes, and since both of us survived, I can only assume that it's all good.

And, if Italian fashinistas can ride them in Gucci heels, I should have no problem figuring it out, right?

*pic is not of my bike, but of a random red Daelim scooter. I can't identify a bike from a hole in the ground, so hope that, tomorrow when I try it some more, I will actually unlock the correct bike since it is locked up with about 20 others.

p.s. Can I gloat just a bit? I mean, look at this! I have a kitten and a scooter and stamps in my passport... I fit into my size 8 Gap jeans, even though they were kinda tight before I left Canada. I still have my tan from Malaysia. And, the cafeteria at school served a fe w edible lunches in a row (curry, then fried chicken)Wow. Just let me enjoy this for a bit..... and..... Okay. Feet are back on the ground. Sorry about that. Will try to be more humble in the future.