We had a medical emergency with one of my two nieces visiting from VA. She's in school in San Francisco, and I'm here in Berkeley/Oakland. BART on strike. Roads were a nightmare last week, and hospitals/pharmacies/med. insurance folks are all part of the dark side.
I did the Bay Bridge in the worst possible traffic 6 times in 15 hrs. on the 5th of July. Just to get my niece the meds she needed. She's all good.
One of my three jobs is cooking pizza at a shop called "Lane Splitter". We have a pie called the "Chicane". (Look it up)
Elizabeth is the name I gave to my little Enfield. After my youngest.
Elizabeth came through like a champ.
We split lanes together all day.
Not a hiccup.
Never listen if anybody with a hog laughs at your little scooter. Smile to yourself instead and get on.
She'll go off like a gun.
Elizabeth got an oil change, wash, wax, and chrome polish today. Always keep your gun cleaned and oiled; she'll never mis-fire if you do.
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