#peugeot 103

[amorphia]

I can never have the fastest car, or the fanciest van, but there's a very real chance that I have the fastest moped in the PNW currently :)

And the ironic thing was this SOB was basically like, on par with cars in traffic at best in the South.

[rotor25]

[monchocolachaux]

Soirée Mobylette et Rock n’ roll

[seat-safety-switch]

There’s a saying down at Mopeds Anonymous. You blame the rider, not the moped. Sure, it may look all shiny, and come in fun colours, and have a bit of Gallic sensibility to it, but just because a scooter is dressed a certain way is no reason to buy an ‘80 Peugeot 103. You have to work the program, and believe in yourself.

Thing is, I didn’t think I needed to call my sponsor in order to overlook the sex appeal of the 103. With its notorious appetite for oil and its wide expanses of chrome, maintenance alone was going to be more like “small car” than adorable baguette-fetching commuter. I confidently walked away from the moped and its tantalizing price tag, but then I awoke the next morning with it next to me in bed. The dragon had gotten its claws in me once again.

When you fall off the wagon like this, you need to tell your loved ones. You need their help. It’s not so much a shameful thing, to admit a failure, especially with something as tantalizing as my tomato-red “Vogue.” Should be no trouble at all to put it back on the market, maybe even flip it for a profit, I explained to my roommate when she asked why I had parked the bike in the kitchen, next to the dozen or so Honda Elites I was keeping “for parts.”

Why didn’t I park them outside, on the street? I wasn’t concerned about theft: the city bylaw people told me that if I parked them all out front of my house, there would be no room for pedestrians, or cars, or other houses. After listing the 103, someone jumped on it immediately. Sensing a potential psychopath, I decided it would be best to ride the Peugeot a few blocks away from my home, and try to sell it to this guy down by the gas station. Soon, he appeared in a pickup truck.

The buyer seemed like a nice enough fellow at first, and maybe it was his smooth way of talking and general likeability, but I walked away from the transaction having traded this minty Peugeot for not one, not two, but four non-running CT110s. Like the program said, you blame the rider, not the moped.

[hkg-original]

Family Team on weels :)

[chezgibet]

[rotor25]

[amorphia]

like, I forget about it a lot, but dis bike pretty :p and so much of it is hand made by me, I don't think I could ever sell it. And it fucking blasts! Had it at top speed over the Ross Island bridge today at like 55-60mph, totally out of tune.