So this morning I heard back from my mechanic. My scooter is at this time, effectively an extremely large and unwieldy paperweight with a cost to repair being pretty much equal to the cost of a used one and about half of a new one. Currently neither of those options is even remotely plausible. I am still trying to figure out what this fully means.
Since my move to the American Midwest most things in my life have been a fairly steady spiral into some vast and entropic soup of despair… This is not to say that there have not been bright points. There have been those and also short moments when I was able to get my head out of the muck long enough to draw a gasping breath and maybe catch a glimpse of sky before being drawn back into the green-grey slime. But they are more punctuation than meat.
Ok, that metaphor might have gotten away from me…
In any case one of the brightest moments and the source of much of my joy was having this scooter and the ability to move freely under my own aegis. I am eternally grateful to everyone who helped me acquire it, it has been the bedrock of my remaining sanity. I keep being told that three years is pretty good for how much hard use I have put the scooter to. Year round riding in the rain, the snow, salted roads, and nasty humid summers are not great for machines. But I had really hoped for longer.
It’s just an object, but it is also a pretty big symbol of what independence, freedom, and happiness I have at the moment, and I am not having a very good day.
On the other hand I will be moving back to California in sevenish weeks… so there is always balance.