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Occasionally I find myself poring over the scooter classifieds for some ungodly reason; perhaps I like to torture myself. I enjoy trying on different personalities as I imagine acquiring each lustworthy scooter. My outdoorsy, rugged Pacific Northwest alter-ego on a Big Ruckus loaded with gear for a weekend getaway. Or the meticulously restored, pink and white 1962 Vespa Super that I ride to my ladies' luncheon at an outdoor cafe. Or the venom yellow rat bike Rally perfect for drag racing in my black Corazzo hoodie.

I enjoy accessorizing.

Both of my Cupcakes are toying with the idea of getting their very own two wheels. As fabulous as it is to ride pillion on Aphrodite, sooner or later, everyone gets bit by the scooter bug. I indulge my vicarious thrills by shopping for them.

Bodhi, Hairy LaPinch, Safety Ed, Victoria and RogerTango throwing
the Westenders gang sign and hanging tough in West Seattle.

I'm not sure my friend Victoria knew what she was getting herself into, moving to the West Coast. Or, more specifically, moving in with me. Let's not blame Seattle at large for my borderless insanity.

I took advantage of yesterday's blue sky sunshine to spend some quality time with Celeste the Frankenstella. We bonded like old lovers reunited.

We had plans to meet Jett and her Fireball Stella, "Arson", in West Seattle. I've been toying with the idea of moving to that neighborhood in the fall. The only factor preventing me from already relocating to West Seattle is my disdain for rush hour traffic.

I am presently spoiled by a four minute commute (five minutes in traffic). In January, when I'm riding a scooter on the windy Lakeview ramp in the freezing rain, I cherish this fact and use it as justification for my astronomical rent.

But on a warm and rosy day, riding along Alki Beach with the salty breeze on my face, watching Labradoodles gambol in the surf, January is just a faint bad dream. One should avoid apartment hunting during Seattle summers.

I'll do pretty much anything for cupcakes. I probably should not advertise that fact so widely. But I'm an admitted cupcake whore and Cupcake Royale is my brothel.

Joni Jett was planning her celebrated Secret Sunset Scoot 'n' Skewer last week and was voyaging to Archie McPhee's to harvest some prizes for scooter jousting. (Yes, scooter jousting.) Archie's just happens to be a block from Cupcake Royale so we were obligated to stop. I mean, come on - twist my rubber arm.