I really miss my moped.
I miss the wind in my hair, the music on my ipod, and ability to park anywhere I damn well wanted.
I miss the freedom of barreling down the road at 50mph...downhill.. with nothing separating me from the road but a lot of plastic.
I just think its kind of odd that out of all the superficial things to miss thats the thing I think about the most. I dont think about my bed, my couch, my TV, my espresso machine, my books, or my shoes (that Mo put in storage by accident). I think about my cute little scratched up moped I sold to a college girl before we moved up to MN.
Maybe I will look into getting a motorcycle licence this year.
In other news:
Thinking about my moped has given me an idea for my Purim and/or Halloween costume!