I’ve bought a hog so I can head out on the wide open streets of Branson and enjoy the fresh air of the Ozarks whipping through my hair. I think this bad boy can go almost 40 mph if I’m on a steep downhill, but its hard to tell because the speedometer is broken. A hog this size runs on the same gas as your weed eater and gets 45 mpg depending on how much weight I’m carrying.
I spotted this chick magnet while on church visitation and my new buddy Hector sold it to me for $150 bucks. I need to replace the platform for my feet, a milk crate and some bungee cords for carrying gear, plus two front lens caps and a reflector then slap a Marine Corps sticker on my helmet and I’m set. Loyd (I named it Loyd after Loyd from Dumb and Dumber) rides like a dream and I’m telling you heads turn when I’m going down the road. Scooters must bring joy to others because everywhere I’ve been people are smiling and waving at me as I go by.
The good news is I gave Hector a Gideon Spanish Bible and he said he might come to church sometime. He also told to bring it back and he will put on new brake pads if I need them. While I was there somebody else came up to buy it, and in the short time it took me to go home and get my $150 he had three people stop to buy it before he moved it into the back where it wasn’t showing.