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Scootergirl… Pass or Fail?

Scootergirl... Pass or Fail?
Sometimes the planets align and sometimes it is a full moon, the latter has been my week so far. My life this week lurched from one disaster to another (all on foot). Due to overcrowding at the RTA on Friday I skipped my motorcycle knowledge test and went shopping (I have no patience for queues). I then went online and booked my test for this morning at 8.30am. A few days ago a friend asked me if I... 

Is it Curtains for Scootergirl?

Is it Curtains for Scootergirl?
I’m conscious of alighting the Scooter and putting my helmut down on the ground (never put your helmut on the seat), just in case this might get me over the line, such is the fine line I am tight roping to pass. If I took the name of the course literally - “Stay Upright” I would not have to worry about failing, I am proud  that I have managed to stay upright on a stationary and moving... 

Day 2, Scootergirl Wants to Cry

Day 2, Scootergirl Wants to Cry
I am sure my instructor would rather not let me out on the roads and he has started mentioning that he does private, 1 on 1 classes and I am sure it is not because he is trying to pick me up. I am sure he thinks I am a complete idiot actually. It’s a bad start, I’ve had a busy day at work and I arrive just in time for class, I’ve forgotten everything I learnt yesterday and I haven’t... 

Scootergirl Finds Her Groove at 5km per Hour

Scootergirl Finds Her Groove at 5km per Hour
As I walked backed to my Scooter after the break, I took one look at my cute red borrrowed Scooter and thought I can do this! I have to do this! I have told everyone I am getting a Scooter, I have to get through this course. Next hour and a half was all about riding around in a circle at less than “driving Miss Daisy speed” and just getting into a groove without stalling because I was going... 

Scooter School, Scootergirl Realises She Is Not A Natural (Part 2)

Scooter School, Scootergirl Realises She Is Not A Natural (Part 2)
My head was starting to hurt, this damn helmut is heavier and bulkier than I imagined. It was break time (thank goodness!) which meant my first helmut removal move. I had pictured this scene in my dreams many, many times. Hot, skinny, Italian chick in tight, tight, painted on jeans stops in front of a crowded cafe in some quaint Italian piazza where only drop dead gorgeous Italian men are chatting... 

Scooter School for Scootergirl (Part 1)

Scooter School for Scootergirl (Part 1)
Recently I signed up to learn to ride a Scooter so I could become a real Scootergirl and not just a Razorgirl Scootergirl. What was I thinking, really? I have never, ever ridden on a motorcycle, well maybe once I was a passenger on a scooter in Thailand but that was too many years ago, like when I was in my early 20’s. So the reality of getting my scooter licence, well it suddenly hit me on... 

Deus Cafe at Camperdown

Deus Cafe at Camperdown
I had assigned Sunday to studying the Roads and Traffic Authority’s handbook for my motorcyle/scooter licence but that was before I woke up and realised what a gorgeous autumn day it was and didn’t want to lose a minute indoors. I never was a great student so why start now! Since I was needing some serious scooter study motiviation what better way to get inspired than to visit the Deus... 

Confessions of a Scootergirl

Confessions of a Scootergirl
I know I have been quiet lately but really I have had nothing to report, my love life is still dead in the water and to make matters worse I know it is not going to get any better any time soon. My current excuse would be that all I am doing right now is work, work and more work. So I have resigned myself to spinsterhood and booked another overseas holiday to Italy where at least I will get my bum... 

From Scootergirl to Bridget Jones!

From Scootergirl to Bridget Jones!
As some of you might know, after a few months experimenting with the rsvp website I was feeling completely dejected and a fellow inner westie who was following my blog rants invited me out for a drink on Friday night. Neither of us knew anything about each other, only that we were both single, we didn’t even know real names, ages or even have each others contact numbers. Scootergirl meets JimBob... 
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