This reminds me of the time my parents stopped me turning my room into the bat cave. I’d planned to paint the room black and construct stalagmites and stalactites from papier mache and chicken wire but for what I thought were purely selfish reasons at the time they refused to let me. They knew that I would end up regretting the dank, crunchy underfoot and highly flammable room I’d create for myself. Some things are best left on the drawing board. This scooter is a direct descendent of that kind of  idea. I bet the owner had a very different vision in mind when they decided to paint this. Maybe they thought they were creating two wheeled version of Further , the garishly painted bus that drove around the states in the sixties dishing out acid and blowing minds wherever it went. This person has even glued on patches for clothing reading “Fuck You” and “Don’t Even Think About” which are the kind of phrases not normally associated with hippy ideals. Maybe I’m being hard on them. Maybe this is exactly what they dreamed their bike would always look like. If that’s the case they are clearly insane.