I was all set to write a newsy upbeat blog about our new
electric motorcycle, “Scootie” aka “Wind Song”, aka “The Orange Crush”, but
today we had an adventure that may change the tone of the piece.
We were on an outing to the “wet market” (like a farmer’s
market, but with meats, and other stuff…. not sure why it’s called wet except
they wash down the floor to keep it fresh) and we noticed the charge meter
showed we only had half a “tank” left of charge until we needed to plug
in. No problem, we were only going 20
minutes away. As we neared the grocery
store/mega-mart, we noticed the power diminishing, like we were running out of
gas, it ran on gas. I suggested we take
the scooter to the side of the mega-mart where we purchased it and have them
charge it while we purchased the iron and ironing board we needed so our new
house-helper could start ironing tomorrow, but we didn’t do it. WOOPS.
On the way home, it started to rain lightly, but no worries,
we both had on our rain ponchos and I was laden with a backpack full of heavy
stuff like an extension cord, and produce from the wet market, like bananas and
nectarines, and eggs. A full load, oh
and also I was holding a full-sized ironing board in my free hand. We got about ¼ of the way home before we knew
we were in trouble, and about half way before I had to get off and start
walking/running, as S. snailed down the street.
Of course the rain picked up a bit, I was blinded because it fell on my
glasses, and I decided that I better pick up the pace because I wanted to make
sure I could see S. so I knew where to turn.
Thus I began the new workout that resembles part boot-camp (heavy pack
on the back, infantry-style rain poncho, helmet, and ironing board that weighed
as much as a rifle, I’m sure) and part lunacy.
I ran for 90 seconds, and then walked for 60, and that kept me in sight
of S. and breathing pretty hard. S. got
every volt of electricity out of the battery and it lasted until we hit our
apartment’s front gate. I got every volt
out of my lungs as well, but the good news was I didn’t have to do a workout
when I got home. My poncho was as wet on
the inside with sweat as it was on the outside, and I felt a bit like those
wrestlers who wear those rubber suits to sweat off pounds to make their weight
class. I’m not sure if I made mine, but
I’m very sure we won’t be leaving the apartment again without more than 50%
charge on our battery, or next time S. is doing the infantry two-step while I
buzz along. The remarkable thing is only
1 egg was cracked. I think I earned some
kind of badge today, but I’m not sure if it’s a good one or not. Is this what people mean when they talk about
the adventures of expat living?
Oh my, you had an "I Love Lucy" episode. I hope you made yourself some hot tea when you got dried off.
ReplyDeleteGood job on keeping up! Sounds like a great photo op but I guess your hands were full. Don't you wonder what people thought you doing.... running in the rain with an ironing board? :)
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