My Moped, the source of all evil . . .

I officially HATE my moped! I want to drive mine off a bridge into the ocean!! Oh wait, I can't! You know why?!? It won't even start! So even if I wanted to kill the most-infuriating thing I have ever paid money for, I couldn't... I even gave her a name - Black Betty, thinking we would have some good times together. I was sorely mistaken...

... source of all evil

Two days after buying it, the dang thing starts going crazy! It idles at 25mph when you first turn it on, I can go up my driveway without my hand even on the throttle. When I slow down for a red light, my darling little moped shuts off, and I have to restart.

Hey, but at least it runs right? Wrong! In the middle of the street it has one of its little shut down episodes, only this time it doesn't start back up. So I wait around for an hour and a half to have it picked up by a mechanic. I have to sit at a bar by myself waiting and waiting (the only plus to this is my discovery of "honey toast", see Foodie post). After two days at the mechanics, I get my moped back, drive it home, "Yay, it's fixed". Ha! Not so fast! A mere 10 minutes goes buy as I change to go meet up with a friend, I hop on the beloved moped I just paid to have fixed, go to turn it on, nothing! Seriously?? I JUST brought it home from the shop! I give the mechanic a call, they're closed. "Okay, I will call them tomorrow"...  nope closed on Sundays too. How perfect.

I crossed my fingers this morning that my moped would miraculously come back to life - and thank the lord it did! Woo hoo life is good! ... then it starts raining... not so good, but still, my moped is back! I get off work and am ready to go home for a quick break between jobs, put the key in the ignition, hit the start button ....................... my miracle has ended, and my good 'ole moped is down for the count, AGAIN! So now I am stuck in town with 3 hours to kill before my second job, which I have to walk to, in the heat, in pants, and the most uncomfortable shoes ever.

Literally the most frustrating thing of my life. Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

I can't believe how much I took my car for granted back home. I wanted to go somewhere, I hop in, it starts, I take off. Here, whole different story. I want to go somewhere, I hop on my moped try to start it, nothing... still need to go somewhere, wait 30 minutes for the bus, pay $3 (because I never have the exact $2.50),  get off at the wrong stop/transfer point approximately 4 times, and get to my destination 2 hours later. Now I need to get home, so I either pay $10 for a creepy taxi ride or I can walk home, while accumulating blisters and sweating my butt off. Oh how I miss my car!