Saturday, August 12

Once we got the scoot up and running, it was the mode of transportation of choice. It worked well since four adults and two babies don't fit in your everyday sedan, but three adults and two children do. The drill became this:

"What do you guys want to do today?"

"How about we go see the artisan shops in Crawford Bay?"

"Sounds good, do you want to ride Couchette (croquet, crumpet, collette) on the way there or on the way back?"

"You ride there, I'll ride back"

"Sounds good"

And so off we'd go, with the perfect escort of a wife driving a car behind us. This served the double pourpose of keeping crazy tailgaters at bay, and building our wifes confidence about how devoted we are to safety on the road. It also nabbed us some good in-ride photos. The top photo is Jeff on his way out of Crawford Bay, where we nipped for some beer and snackies for movie night on the porch. If it looks like he's dwarfing that scoot, it's because he is. At 6' 6", Jeff does not fit well into this world. Every time we pass a shoe store Jeff pops in and asks "Do you have anything in size 14?". Moslty the answer is no.