Welcome to the July edition of Scootering
I’m pretty certain that the behaviour pattern of repeatedly buying scooters which you don’t actually need should really be classified as a recognised medical condition… well, that’s what I tell my good lady when I fail to mention each latest purchase, as they magically appear in the garage without any prior explanation. She’s a forgiving woman, she has to be, she’s married to me… but there is certainly a sense of frostiness as we both stand there in the garage staring at the new arrival, her waiting for me to speak, and me determined not to incriminate myself further. Thankfully, though, it’s a short-lived experience as I try to point at something shiny as a distraction and endeavour to change the subject. She’s no fool though, she keeps tally and…