Scooter Douches

So I'm walking back from the market this evening when I hear the familiar sound of beeping horns and yelling. There they were, 3 deep on a Honda Wave, doing a high-speed slalom down bustling Street 63. I call these people "Scooter Douches." I hate them dearly.

Unfortunately, they don't crash often enough, but today was my lucky day. They shot a gap between two motos, swerved to avoid a parked truck, and as they leaned into a hard left turn, they lost it and skidded sideways into the curb. Fucking beautiful.

I'm not sure if my favorite part was the flying fiberglass, or the sound of their bodies hitting the pavement. Heck, it was all good. If they'd hit anyone on the sidewalk, the crowd might have beat them to death. That would have been nice, but hey, a wrecked moto and maybe some broken bones is enough to satisfy me. I wanted to stay and gawk, but had to get home before my ice cream melted. So far, it's shaping up to be a great Moon Festival.