#pushbikes

[blueskipper-photography]

Cycling In A Rainy Den Helder (October’20) ©2020 blueskipper

[papakhan]

Which Khan gets this shirt

[foreignobjecticus]

[Biting my keyboard, feral] There are dandelions all over the airstrip it's so PRETTY I wanna BE THERE the wind is blowing 35knots fuck off.

Also I need to stay up for 60 hours straight because I have a BG3-vibe to-do list a mile high. Gotta make a 3D print file of Zevlor (and others, but Zevlor first), gotta mod in my & friend's OC with ring of Metamorph, gotta record more modded scenes with the camera mod, gotta convert, chop, and render ALL the scenes I've already recorded, gotta write all the ficlets in my brain and the smut, gotta ARHHJJ

Also have to finish painting all the quickie cheapo figures I bought off Etsy. Minthara's armour was AMAZING to paint but the model creator put Astarion and Shadowheart in it too and I want them to look different (but if I get the knack of making the STLs real quick, maybe I'll make my own because it bugs me BIG TIME that they're all printed in reverse and I want Astarion/Shadowheart in their OG armour pls).

Regardless, I'm going to the garden centre tomorrow. NOT on the bike. And I'm NOT buying a bike just yet because it's still snowing?>????? a little??? sleety.

[foccaccia]

So I get to your front yard, it's lying on the grass

You're looking at me and you begin to laugh

You say "Hey, buddy, give it back!"

I say, "No way, buddy, it's mine and you're a hack!"

[goodoldbandit]

The Inspiring Journey of Honda: From Pushbikes to a Global Powerhouse

Discover how Honda began its journey selling pushbikes in 1946 and grew into a global leader in innovation and mobility. #HondaHistory #Innovation The Humble Beginnings In 1946, amidst a war-torn Japan, Honda’s visionary founder, Soichiro Honda, embarked on a journey that would transform the automotive world. Starting with pushbikes, Honda’s story is a testament to innovation, perseverance, and…

[okeykids]

The rubber handle design is comfortable for small hands and comes with a ringing bell and detachable bag, more like a real bike.

[mishalogic]

God on a pushbike

Evern a "penny farthing"

now, that's what I'd like to see ... Misha

[chromatic-lamina]

Kinda official art from One Piece Gakuen, Chapter 43, uploaded (and translated) by @1000sunnygo here!

And I know the picture (or preview) has been posted before, maybe by Sunny, but I just gotta get out this picture of baby Law on his tricycle (or actually, I think it's a pushbike!), learning to ride, I think.

Cora-san about to trip on that banana peel and bring everyone down with him. I don't know if the sweat drop is because Law is prescient, or he's concentrating on getting balance and motion right (something Cora does not know a lot about a lot of the time!)

[moonlightndaydreams]

The Country Club

student (adult aged) Minho x older fem!reader (she can be however old you want)

This had turned into a few random scenarios. MDNI // SMUT ⚠️‼️

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

CW: unprotected piv sex, creampie, nipple pinching, biting/blood kink?, car sex.

Minho works at the Country Club bistro three evenings a week, and it seems you have started eating there three times a week, now you’re aware of his shifts.

Tonight you're dining alone. No rich bitchy friends, nor your husband hanging around like usual. He wonders if you bring them to tease and taunt him, knowing he can look at you but not speak to you, knowing he can't touch you? Minho frowns at the thought of your husband. He doesn’t like the asshole one bit. He feels a jealously burn inside of him just at the mere thought that he owns you.

As the patrons leave one by one, Minho starts to feel nerves bubble up inside of him. Are you waiting for him? Are you going to speak to him? Is he going to feel your warm body wrapped around his aching dick? Are you going to tell him nothing will ever happen between you again? Why does even care?

As you get up from where you’re sitting and walk towards him, he busies himself with tidying the counter behind the bar.

"Minho." you say coolly. Why does your voice go straight to his cock?

"Well well well. If it isn't y/n." he smirks crossing his arms, hiding his nerves. "Waiting for some kind of after-hours service?" he arches an eyebrow.

Your expression doesn't change. "I was actually wondering how you get home after your shift?"

Oh. That. Minho sucks in a breath. "Well...um... I ride my pushbike." he feels his skin heating up. Pushbike? How fucking childish. He's not a kid.

"Well, I’m giving you a ride." it's your turn to smirk.

Minho grins deviously. "A ride you say?"

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"This isn't where I live." Minho squints as though he's trying to look out the window of your expensive car. You have driven around the back of the country club to a secluded grassed area. It is so dark, save for the small amount of light emitting from the dash.

Minho is absolutely throbbing for you. You're in a short leather skirt, cream sweater and your hair up in a high pony tail. Part preppy, part rich trophy wife.

He swallows hard as you shut off the engine and turn to him.

"Minho." you rest your manicured hand on his thigh. "My panties," you start. "The ones you kept from that first time. I want to know what you do with them." you purr.

"Oh do you now?” He laughs. “You wanna know what filthy shit I do to them, hmmm?"

His eyes watch you peel your hand away from his leg and rest it on your own thigh now. "Yes." you whisper. "Tell me." you slowly guide your hand up your inner thigh, squeezing your flesh here and there along the way.

"Sometimes," he licks his lips lustfully as your hand disappears under your leather skirt. "I put them in my mouth while I fuck into my hand."

You raise and eyebrow. "Yeah? What else?" you say breathily as your hand ventures further up your skirt.

"I wrap them around my cock. Fuck into them. Get it covered in cum." he starts to palm himself. He can't help himself.

"Wanna see what panties I'm wearing now?" you hum.

He nods. "Fuck yeah! Show me."

"I wanna see your cock first. Get it out for me." you instruct.

Minho is quick to comply. He wanted to play this absolutely cool, maybe even be a bit of a mean prick, and tell you to get it out yourself if you want it so bad. But it has been three weeks since he's tasted you, and he didn't even get his dick touched that day. He's only fucked you the once, and he needs to be inside you soon.

"You've got such a pretty cock, Minho." you take hold of it, eyes fixed to where it’s leaking. Then your mouth sinks over him. So warm, so wet. Minho's eyes roll into the back of his head as you take him in deeper than anyone has ever before.

"Fuck, you're good at this." he hisses. "Anyone would think you suck cock for a living."

The way his tip presses against the back of your throat, and the way your lips create a tight seal around his shaft, he knows he's going to cum too soon.

"Hey! You haven't shown me what panties you're wearing." he grips your pony tail and pulls you up abruptly. Your eyes are already watery and you have dribble all over your chin. So fucking slutty. So why does his heart beat so fast?

"You're absolutely right." you say and sit up.

He’s taken by surprise when you suddenly straddle him. His hands go straight to your thighs, guiding you as you are about to lower yourself onto his lap.

"But, you see, I'm not wearing any panties." you bite your lip and lift your skirt as you roll your bare, wet pussy over his length. You're so soft. Soaking wet. He wants to be inside you so bad.

He grips your hips forcing you to hold still. Silence fills the car. This is the first time he is this close to you face to face. His lips mere inches from yours. He hasn't even tasted them. He's fucked you brutally, eaten you out. But he hasn't even kissed you. He lifts his gaze to your eyes, but they are downcast, looking somewhere to the left.

"Look at me." he says low. Eventually, your eyes meet his. His chest tightens. No. No he can't be feeling these things. Fuck boy. He's a fuck boy. That's all he is to you.

So why does this moment feel so vulnerable? Why are you looking at him with soft eyes and parted lips? Where's that wild woman he normally sees?

Before Minho knows what he is doing, he cups your cheek with one hand, and gently pulls your face to his. Your lips connect softly, as though neither of you even know how to kiss. Slow, delicate, careful movements. He moans into your mouth, giving away just how good this feels to him. But you don't pull away, you melt further into him. He closes his eyes, becoming swept away in the feelings you're stirring up in him.

You do pull away, to peel your sweater off, revealing your pink lace bra. Minho barely takes in the sight of you as he pulls you back in to kiss you again. He needs your mouth on his. His fingers expertly unclasps your bra, letting it fall from your body, and he brings his hand around to squeeze your breast.

He explores your tongue with his, wanting to be deep inside your mouth, and grinds his erection against your wetness.

No words are spoken. The kiss isn’t even broken as you lift yourself high enough for Minho to angle his cock at your entrance. He swallows your moan as you lower yourself down onto his cock in one fluid move.

There’s no power struggle. There’s no roughness. You ride him slow. His cock reaches deep inside you. Your lips won’t leave each other. What is happening? Minho can’t understand. He’s only ever imagined fucking you hard and fast.

But this feels so good. He could do this forever. Fuck you slow and deep. He rolls his hips up to meet yours, hitting a new angle. You whimper as he keeps hitting into that spot over and over. He grips your ass, pulling your cheeks wide so he can reach even deeper. He needs to be as deep as possible. He needs to buried in you.

You start to kiss him more frantically, your hips move a little faster. Together, you build up the momentum until you’re finally fucking each other with some aggression. His fingers dig into your ass harder, and then he slaps your ass. Your wet cunt squelches at every thrust. This is more familiar to him. He slaps your ass again, and feels you tighten around him. You’re getting close, he can tell.

Three hard slaps in quick succession has you squealing against his mouth. Another five and you’re coming hard around his cock. Then he grips your hips and starts quickly fucking you up and down like you’re a cocksleeve. He’s so close to coming.

He brings a hand up to pinch your nipple as hard as he can, causing you to bite down viciously on his lip. It all happens so fast. He feels your teeth break the skin, and then then the taste of blood. It’s too much. He rips your head away by yanking your pony tail and tilts your head back, smearing blood from his lip along the column of your neck. He cums hard with a growl, filling you up.

Neither of you say anything as you calm down and clean up, but Minho is deeply confused. Why does fucking you feel so good? What’s this thing you both seem to have about biting?

But more importantly. What the fuck was that kiss, and why did it make his heart beat faster?

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[lowslore]

WIP Intro and Beta Call

Title: The Paper Round the Worlds

Word count: 71k

Genre: Fantasy, Young Adult, New Adult, Comedy, Adventure

Tropes: Expectation subversion, breaking the fourth wall, going for literally the Wildest thing at All times, Heist, episodic storylines

Pitch: Jennifer Angelica Mary Kate Adams does a paper round...which coincidentally saves the world. But when important magical artifacts start going missing and arguments break out, she suddenly finds herself on a path to save the multiverse.

Ramble: So essentially, this is a highly episodic novel covering the story of Jennifer Angelica Mary Kate Adams as she attempts to perform a Paper Round which goes across multiple dimensions, featuring a variety of weird, wonderful and fantastical residents. Also basically all of them are genderqueer (ft. neopronoun users plural). Also ft. neurodiverse rep and other forms of queerness (including a platonic relationship)

The Beginning: Jennifer takes the first day of her paper round, and is shown around by Michael. He guides her through the rough rules and guidelines for each house and introduces her to the more fantastical residents -- faeries, dinosaur centaurs, twin dwarfs, air spirits, vampires and hellbeasts (who knit with the essence of dying worlds)

The Tea, Sis: After drama at the art therapy group run by the Dinotaurs, twins Felicia and Lucinda start causing trouble, and Jennifer must attempt to keep the peace or run the risk of both their worlds and her own being caught up in the tension. .

The Bluster: A storm hits, increasing the powers of Ron and Bonnie, and Jennifer has to help deal with the minor fallout

The Heist: Jennifer undertakes a dangerous mission to aid the Vamps in retrieving an old medieval textbook from the British Museum.

The Apocalypse: Beryl and Ethel the Hellbeasts accidentally start knitting with the essence of our world after something important goes missing.

The Collection: Everything comes together in the final challenge to save the multiverse

Triggers: body horror (immediately revealed to be non-scary and not sure I'd call it horror? But body fuckery regardless); vampirism and mentions of blood; theft; road accidents (nothing happens beyond a scraped knee and minor shock, victim is on a pushbike and protected); threatened apocalypse; alcohol (not overconsumption or misuse); minor references to bullying

Playlist | Beta Reader Applications (apply by June 12th, Read by August 31st)

[007-nightfire-yakuza-agent]

PUSHBIKE ACQUIRED

[blithe--spirit]

Some muggles think bikes still cost about sixteen quid.

“How much did you pay for that?”

“Eight hundred quid.”

“For a pushbike?!?”

[foreignobjecticus]

3.5 weeks and only 2 doses of the right antibiotics and I suddenly feel so much better. I want to run forever, buy a sick pushbike, get a weird piercing and go for a run again. More runs. Run now. RUN RUN

[forensicated]

03x10 - Skipper

TW: Rape and racism discussions in terms of the 80's when it was written and filmed.

Brian is singing A Policeman's Lot in the toilets as he's excited about new police pushbikes. He'll be in the briefing to discuss them.

June's father is in hospital as he's seriously ill. She's placed in CAD to be near the phone just incase with Alec onside with homemade cake for the full 8 hours. Bob is joining them on the street to take June's place to keep them up to strength.

Uniform has their little revenge against Brian brewing with CID co-operation. Operation Mushroom is so-called because he's kept in the dark about it and fed on shit 😂 "Nothing can go wrong, it's planning and teamwork, what we in the MET are known for!"

The Relief try to hide their laughter as Brian gets overly excited about the bikes. He wants 2 volunteers to take them for a test drive around a rather violent estate. He claims it's not as bad as they think and as Nick is an authorised cyclist he's 'volunteered' alongside Taffy. Both are made up about it (!)

Yorkie is on the front desk and humoring a regular about writing to a Duchess. It's clear he has a history and knowledge of how best to deal with him and is very polite to the man but Brian sticks his oar in and moans at Yorkie and calls him insensitive for doing something that makes the man happy.

(Occasionally I have a shufty on google maps at some of the places they walk past on the beat if particularly colourful or eye-catching to see what they're like now because of all the changes and gentrification in London since the 80's. Dinesh and Bob go for a wander past the East West Social Club on Cannon Street 8 mins in - Here it is in 1986 (scroll down a bit) it looks the same as in the ep (only a year later.). A nose down Cannon Street now on Google shows it completely different and it looks like most of the street has been knocked down!) Just after we get a bit (on the same road where you can see Cannon St REALLY has changed!) you can see a bloke stop and stare at Bob and Dinesh and the camera. 😂

Dinesh and Bob are sent to a break and enter nearby. When they arrive it turns out to not be a burglary but a rape. A woman is out for the count on the floor, her husband appears to be drunk and passed out and their son is angry and muttering. The son claims that they were all asleep and a black man with a knife forced the door open, "probably high on drugs like they all are". He took their money, grabbed the woman and forced himself on her. The son starts to cry (with no sign of tears) and says he passed out before he could get to the phone as all had been drinking heavily. He can't say when it happened, he just found her on the floor when he came round again.

Bob and Dinesh lift the woman and take her to her bed where she'd be more comfortable. The son orders them to 'get out there and pull some in, there's enough of 'em!' and that he'd know him if he saw him again. Bob calmly says they'll proceed with their inquiries and sends Dinesh out, saying he'll arrange for the police doctor and a WPC to call. The son refuses but Bob says it has to be done in cases of rape. He then points out that the intruder must have had a key as there's no sign of force on the door. "We probably never locked it." The son admits. Bob looks around and sees no sign of a break-in. He explains about how DNA works and proves beyond doubt who the rapist is and that family members will be the first tested. The man looks shamefaced and tells Bob to forget it, "I'm not sure... I... forget it." Bob glares at him and tells him he'll call back tomorrow when they're all sober. "Some stones are left unturned." he sighs to Dinesh.

As he walks off and leaves Dinesh behind, Inspector Kite is seen watching both of them from a car a little distance away.

Jim tries to get on the bus when a bloke drags him off from behind and tries to push in. Jim tells him to back off and they tussle with Jim trying to arrest him after the man punches him. Bob arrives as if from nowhere and helps arrest the man. In custody, the man insists he thought Jim was going to knife him if he'd let go and that Jim never identified himself as a police officer. Tom smiles and says it doesn't matter either way if he is a police officer or not; anyone can stop another creating a breach of the police or unrest.

SO3 are also involved in Operation Mushroom. "No wonder you've no time to do any work, Alec!" Roy laughs.

Reg brings a bundle of cases upstairs to Roy that have been thrown out by the CPS. "If you ask me this Crown Prosecution Service is one big cock up!" he tells Roy. "I didn't ask you, Reg!" Brownlow's PA is called Joan here (and only appears in the one episode). Reg complains to Brownlow that he doesn't agree with a civilian being placed on the front desk. He insists if people come into a police station then they want to see police, not a member of the public greeting them. "What's going to be next?" "A collator?" Charles drawls, looking pointedly at him.

"In the good old days you could get rid of a bastard like Emmerson []a case the CPS have thrown out] by planting a shotgun in his car!" Ted sighs. Roy tells him to stop pretending he doesn't care about the CPS when he knows that he does. All he wants is the CPS to accept 'good real evidence!'

Roy gives Jim a job of a hold-up that happened the night before at a filling station. "... And don't go by bus!" he tells him to Ted's amusement.

Brian speaks to Brownlow about an idea he has had and Charles makes a dig that he usually goes over his head with ideas. "Send it to heaven like you normally do." For a few moments he is worried that Brian wants him to ride one of the bicycles that have arrived that morning at a tree planting presentation. Thankfully he doesn't! Roy tries to get in to see Brownlow when Brian leaves, but he shouts "GO AWAY!" through the door.

Brian targets Bob for a 'little chat' about outstanding warrants. He claims they've been in Viv and Nick's pigeonholes since Thursday and today is Monday. He moans about Bob not making sure they'd ben chased up. Bob admits he doesn't check them regularly anymore because he knows that Brian will do it anyway so sees no point in duplicating the job. "Are you saying I interfere?" "Well it is your prerogative, sir but you're the first Inspector I've ever had who has felt the need to interfere." Bob has been a copper for 18 years at this point (since 1969 when, if he's the same age as Eric, he'd have been 29 so would be 47 here.) Brian claims the relief are unpunctual, scruffy and their locker room is filthy. Bob scoffs. "Warning? Oh yes we get plenty of them, I'll say that for you!" Brian warns him not to walk out when he loses his temper and Bob says he isn't he's standing up and there's no objective about that. Brian says that the new order of policing counts for him too and Bob tells him he's wearing regulation uniform, his boots are shiny and there's nothing out of order to be found in his locker. Brian just smiles a nasty smile and says he knows 'all your lads watering holes, Sergeant. I've made it my business to find out. And yours as well. And may I say scrounging about in tea stores is the wrong impression to give a young officer like Patel." Bob realises he's been spied on but Brian calls it supervision and claims Bob neglects it.

Ken delivers some 'urgent' post to Brian who finally lets Bob leave. Brian rings Roy and asks if he can fill in for him at the tree planting presentation as 'something important has popped up' He assures him with a smile that it's no problem.

Operation Mushroom is a go go.

Jim speaks to a young girl about the hold-up. She gave him what was in the till, approx £51, and tells Jim he didn't speak but he was 'well hung' as the only piece of clothing he was wearing was a mask!

Yorkie takes a delivery to Brian - inside are three bottles with numbers on them and an instruction for him to collect mud samples from along the river. It's a super secret task only he can do.

Jim reports to Roy that the petrol station armed robber did it naked and Roy says he already knows because he's just done another in broad daylight. Jim asks Reg if he knows of any armed robber who has a tendency to do it naked with a gun that's likely to be a replica. Reg claims he has one with a toy gun but wears a tracksuit. It's the right area and a tracksuit would be easy to remove.

Alec calls Bob and asks him what he's up to. "Counting to 10 and thinking of my pension." June calls in that a woman is worried about her elderly neighbours and asks him to go and visit them to see if everything is alright. She hasn't heard anything for 2 days and didn't say they were going away anywhere.

Brian fusses with the bikes and tells Taffy and Nick that they're going for sensitive policing and to use their discretion if they see anything out of order. He takes himself off to Tower Beach to take mud samples. At the same time, a man is taking pictures of him.

Bob shouts through the doorway of a flat to see if anyone answers before looking in the windows. He can't see anything so shouts again before breaking in after spotting a light on. Sadly Mrs Pollard has passed away and her husband is laid in bed holding her and hasn't moved since it happened. He won't allow Bob to touch her and says she's fine where she is. Bob calls for the mortuary van and the doctor to visit and starts to make the man a cup of tea. Now he's calmer he recognises Bob as Sgt Cryer who dealt when his wife lost his purse. Bob engages him in conversation and finds out they've been married for 60 years. He refuses to let her go without him.

Brian goes to collect his next sample, a short distance from Tower Bridge.

Jim receives another call where his naked suspect is still in place at a filling station. Mike speeds over and the two run in. The woman separated him from his gun and wrestled him into the store room.

Roy asks Charles to complain about the CPS but he insists that nothing would happen, even if all the Superintendents in the MET complained. He sends Nick and Taffy out on their bikes with those left in the station sneaking out behind them and singing Daisy Daisy as they cycle off.

Brian changes his office sign to Private after carrying his samples inside and makes a telephone call, asking for Superintendent Chivers. "I've got the samples, shall I arrange delivery or will you send someone?" he asks. When Chivers has no idea what he's talking about he explains that he was personally asked to gather samples of mud to test to see if a missing canister of highly toxic waste lost in the Thames is leaking and he'd had a message through CAD and a letter. Chivers tells him he's clearly been the victim of a practical joke!

Brownlow attends the tree planting with Roy and other important community figures on the rough estate and makes a speech. Nick and Taffy 'play' with local youngsters and lift them up for pictures, earning several blows to their hats. As soon as they leave, a local dog makes its presence known by peeing up the side of the new tree!

Brian sits with the samples on his desk as Yorkie knocks. He doesn't answer so Yorkie opens the door anyway and hands him an envelope telling him he's been sent it from SO3 (forensics) - it's the pictures of him gathering the mud.

With the man asleep, Bob helps the doctor declare the death of Mrs Pollard and the attendants start to remove the body of the man's wife. He wakes to find her being moved and breaks down with Bob comforting him as she's carried out.

June receives a telephone call from the hospital to let her know that her father has deteriorated. "... Are you trying to tell me he's dead?" she asks quietly, before agreeing to head over immediately.

Alec updates Bob about the prank they carried out on Brian. Bob thinks it's one thing the relief having a pop but it undermines the authority of a senior officer when the Sergeants get involved. "Yeah we thought you might be a bit po-faced about it and that's why we didn't tell you." Alec adds. "As it happens I agree with you, the man is a prat!" but he realises Brian is young and clever enough to adapt unlike them. He then asks how June is but Alec doesn't know anything outside of the telephone call from the hospital. "Bet she was glad of your care and attention." he sighs.

Bob knocks on Brian's door where he's singing A Policeman's Lot again. "Come to gloat have you?" he asks, showing him the mud. Bob admits he wasn't involved but he knows that the others will think he had it coming. He tells him that he doesn't find it funny himself. Brian thanks him for his honesty and apologises for overstepping the mark earlier but says he won't let being the butt of a practical joke stop him from doing his job.

[argentis]

How long have you had your motorcycle license for now? What's it like having a bike VS a car? I imagine it makes shopping a bit of a pain - or do bikes have more storage on them than they appear?

1. I've had my learner motorcycle license for about 7 months now. I plan on going for my restricted after I hit 1000ks and do at least one Ride Forever course and/or one-on-one lesson to make sure I'm doing things correctly.

2. Motorcycle riding is a bit like riding a pushbike but no pedalling and the clutch is your Roman Empire.

I can't speak to personally owning or using a car since I have yet to get behind the wheel. Definitely better for all-weather use and there are different costs involved.

Vehicle registration (rego) for Despechá (Honda CB125F) is just over NZ$400 a year, compared to my dad's Ford Mondeo, which is a bit over NZ$100. This is due to the much higher ACC levy (about $300pa on mine, I pay more in GST than the actual license fee component of my rego) on motorcycles due to the increased risk of injury/death riding.

Fuel-wise, bike is far more economical. A full tank from empty would cost about NZ$30 (11L tank @ ~$2.70/L for 91 unleaded) at the current fuel prices and gets me about 700ks. Would be about $100 to fill the Mondeo for a roughly equivalent range.

Full coverage insurance costs for both vehicles is about the same at about $400pa.

Parking can be a lot cheaper for motorcycles (free dedicated on-street parking). Have to go out of your way for free on-street parking for cars in the city centre. Otherwise, paying at least $4 for an hour of parking.

Gear can be pricy too. Helmet is legally required, and gloves are the bare additional minimum for many, but ideally, you'd have a jacket and boots, and maybe pants. If not to avoid road rash, then to avoid hypothermia in winter. Though it's up to the individual and how much gear they want to wear.

You do get to use high occupany and some bus lanes if you ride here which can make some commutes quicker.

3. I've become a lot more mindful of how much I can carry on the bike. There isn't much stock storage on mine. Only enough space to store her toolkit and spare manual under the seat.

I don't use my bike for a lot of grocery shopping beyond picking up bread and milk so a backpack suffices. Planning on buying panniers and a tank bag but that's becoming less for shopping and more for future travel plans.

Some scooters do have a lot more storage under the seat or on the steering column. It depends on the model.

[delusion-of-negation]

kid, zooming by my window on a pushbike: "i can't stop!"

several other kids following him: "nee naw nee naw nee naw"

me: "the children yearn for speed (1994)"