My Best Friend

Oh, YES!

And I mean the fist-punching-the-air kind of yes. I visited Scott’s family yesterday afternoon and Sarah set up a way for me to get to church. I was nervous and wanted to back out, but I didn’t. And now I need to thank her. I drove my scooter to church! It is sweet to say I survived. I would also say I’m getting better at riding. I wore b-ball shorts and just followed a lady that didn’t speak any English. In my mind, I dubbed her Momma. She was wearing a dress and heels – impressive. It was around a 20 minute ride. I cruised along, reaching 60 km/h a few times. (36 mph). I also bounced along as they have lots of pot holes on their streets. The traffic was minimal and I was grateful for that. I arrived at church 10 minutes early, changed into my skirt, walked up the stairs then into the chapel. Feeling good.

To get back home . . . I’m afraid ‘Momma’ already left as she is part of the ward that starts a half hour before mine. Uh oh. I found Michelle and Becca, but there weren’t too helpful. I could have gotten a ride with their family (Sarah & kids), but then my scooter would be left at the church. That’s no good. I need it tomorrow. Luckily, Momma’s daughter came down the stairs and was willing to take me home. I think her English name is Charlene. I decided not to bother changing back into my shorts (mistake). So the new picture: a white girl flying down the road on a scooter with her skirt flying all around. I showed a smidge too much leg, but I was busy driving! Every time we started up again, I tucked my skirt between my knees and off we went. Ha ha. I was just chuckling. (What a great person I am – giving these Taiwanese people so many chances to laugh and lengthen their lives.)

But I may be rambling. Here’s the point: I survived two 20-minute scooter drives. On big roads and with lots of other vehicles. Sweet! And that brings me to the title of this post. I’ve decided my scooter is my best friend. It gets me places and I enjoy the ride (like really enjoy). Speed is great – especially when the dirty air is blowing on your face getting dirt particles in your eyes. Oh and your palms are covered in little rubber pieces off the handle of the scooter. Oh yes. This is the life. To top it all off, I got a sunburn on both arms and a RAD tattoo. Here’s a pic. A watch line! It is pretty dramatic in real life.
On the right you see the reason for that white strip of skin.