This is a poem about my tiny white scooter. She came to me on Nov.11th 2009 and ever since then we became partners in crime. When we ride together, it is as if we are one and no one can defeat us. Riding my scooter has been one of the best parts of Taiwan. It is the excitement, it is the adrenaline, it is the wind in my face, it is the speed, it is everything.
I love my scooter, even though she isn’t the newest or the better-one, she is for me, she is the best scooter ever. I hope you enjoy my poem and perhaps some of you share similar feeling with you own ride.
This is a poem on the shape of AAA.
The topic proposed by the sweet and great friend blogger, the saltyavocado.
This topic was proposed, because this is one of the things we can experience the most while being in Taiwan, scooters, a sea of scooter. Not one, not a few, but uncountable scooters. Making Taiwan’s traffic messy and yet smooth, convenient and very importantly an adventurous.
A Scooter Story
A long time ago on an autumn’s day
I came to you and you came my way.
You looked and we knew this wasn’t fey.
With inexperience, you asked questions odd
And it seemed to me that you never rode
a machine like me in your country abroad.
But you started my engine and I swear
That I’d never felt such passion and dare
Yet gently, of my faulty leaky parts you took care.
Not long after, without many doubts and reflections
You took me around without knowing the directions
But we managed to go back after more than a few questions
In time, you got me a blue sticker that says “Guatever”
And soon after a curious-gecko one to wear wherever
But our uniqueness is in your colorful helmet now and ever.
Of tiny white carcass, but full of unmatchable speed
That’s how you trained me, to be unbeatable in any need
But always avoiding anything that could make us bleed.
As time goes on, we go to uncountable places together
We never cared if there was cold, sunny or rainy weather.
But I know you like you ride with your jacket made of leather.
I am exactly made for one, not for three and not for none.
But I have to admit that recently it has been a lot of fun
When Grex, Jess and you and hop and ride on.
You hold tight to each other as if you were going to fall
But you know and trust that even though I am small
I am sturdy, defiant and keep balance above all.
One day your time to leave me will come
But our adventures and stories will live on
I and will remain the great scooter that with you I have become.
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