I am no longer a moped owner. I feel like I was only a moped owner for about half a second, but technically it was a year. Three rides and one year. I am a little sad, but it’s more the idea of riding my moped that I miss than the actual bike.

I think imposing limits on yourself can be hard but it’s something I do all the time. Perhaps to my detriment. When I go out gambling, I have a cap on how much I am allowed to spend. (It’s not much.) When I go out shopping, I have a breaking point before I think an item is just too expensive. Wonder Boy and I have an amount that we are not allowed to spend without talking to the other person. Working within these self-imposed restrictions gives me order and a healthy savings account.

Last year when I splurged and bought a moped, I did it know it was a good deal and would be a way for me to bond with Wonder Boy, who rides his Vespa around town. I had visions of us scooting down to restaurants, out shopping and to enjoy the weather. When I got the moped, it wasn’t running because it had sat for about 30 years in a garage. I invested some money into the bike and decided that the repairs put the cost of the bike at my spending limit. In other words, I wasn’t going to spend any more money on the moped unless I got some good riding in first.

Last Fall I went on two solo rides and one with Wonder Boy. The trip with Wonder Boy did not meet my expectations. His scooter is highway legal and can go 70 mph. My bike is sidewalk legal and can go 20 mph. Downhill. Uphill I think I capped out at 5 mph. Do you know how embarrassing it is to ride a motorized vehicle up a hill and to be going the same speed as people walking up that hill? Very.

This Spring I was pumped to get out riding again and master riding the moped to work. I got on it and it wouldn’t start. We dropped it off at a repair shop and while the fix wasn’t huge, it was over my previously set threshold. And so I sold the moped.

I’m sad because I really did want to ride my moped into the parking garage at work. It cheers me up a little to know that Wonder Boy always has room for me to join him on his Vespa.

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