It was an older model, probably made back in the days when they called these things mopeds. It was bright yellow with a brown seat that oozed stuffing. Its motor was loud and emitted a large black cloud from burning oil. “You have to wear this,” Amy said as she handed me a helmet. “How fast does it go?” I asked as I placed the helmet on my head. “Not much over twenty, but if I let you leave here without the helmet, Nathan would track you down and plop it on your head. The scooter should get you to Nera’s, but not much farther. There’s a quart of oil in the back basket. Whatever you do, once you stop don’t start again until you top off the oil. But you’ll probably just have to leave it at Nera’s. It sometimes doesn’t start again for a while after it’s been run. Nathan can pick it up with the truck. Happens to me all the time.” I blinked as the helmet squeezed my temples and ears.
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