One day a family Friend, Gerry Kuehner dropped by our house with his new acquisition — a motorscooter. It was the first time I had ever seen such a thing and I was absolutely enchanted. I was probably about 12 years old at the time and ownership of a vehicle of my own was not yet even a subliminal wish.

It was blue. Unlike bikes and motorcycles, it had a floor — with pedals. It really seemed more like a car, or perhaps half a car, than any two-wheeled vehicle I had seen. Gerry was always a role-model figure for me, in years, only slightly older, but in maturity and resourcefulness, always classified in my mind an adult more than a comtemporary. There was therefore nothing I would rather have acquired than a motorscooter.

For some reason, when I did find myself prepared to purchase a motor vehicle a few years later, scooters were apparently nowhere to be found. I had subjected my mother to a long fruitless voyage to a Cushman factory only to discover that they no longer produced scooters. A 90cc motorcycle turned out to be the closest thing and was made to serve. A few months later there appeared a pair of Lambretta’s in the showroom of a local dealer. I did reject the temptation to trade in my 90 for a smaller 50cc Lambretta which would cost more, have less power, and require mixing of gas and oil. The temptation was very strong though.

Only after college, work, family,  many vehicles of varying reliability and functionality, and the onset of middle age, did I finally indulge my motorscooter muse. A cheap Chinese motorscooter was the ideal solution, costing less in 21st century depreciated dollars than did my old motorcycle.

It’s not a Honda (Find a local Honda dealer), and it has its peculiarities, but Hondas do too.