It's a Saturday afternoon in good ol' Highland. Maddies is at working bringing home the money for her children, Rachel, Michelle, Riley, Mitty, & Tina. She works long hours and we are so proud of her. As for us kiddies holding down the fort while Kendall enjoys herself in Arizona- Shelly and I cleaned to and fro. She mopped, I swept and we did it over and over again. At one point in time we met up in the garage throwing away all of the garbage, paused and starred at Drew's dirt bike and scooter-his toys. Michelle turns to look at me and questions, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I say, "Drew?" "No Rafael, Drew's scooter. Let's bust it out." Sure enough we attempted to do so. It was a nice day in Utah and those dont come too often. We were tired so we took a break from cleaning and decided to pimp Drew's ride. Too bad the dang thing was dead so we had to revive it. But how? Ah yes, it has an engine! Let's use Ryder the 4Runner's cables! As we get the kit out, we find many warnings such as- "wear protective eyewear." etc. the best was our very own FLAG! Bright yellow with big black bold letters spelling out, "CALL POLICE!" Perfect. Just in the nick of time, Kendall buzzes in to check on her pumpkin Shelly, we tell her what's up and she says stop! You can't use those cabels! You'll blow yourselves up along with the Scooter! Good thing she called so we found the right cabels hidden under Drew's workshop and went to work. We prob. stood in the street for a good 30 minutes starring at the dang thing trying to figure it out so we decided to dial up Drew's work "Escape Motor Sports" and talk to his boss Clint. We sure love Clint as he laughed and guided us into reviving the scooter that we oh so dreamed of riding. After minutes of sweating and stuggling, the motor spoke and gas began to rise- we revived the scooter! ALL ON OUR FREAKING OWN! We both turned our heads, grinned at eachother thinking of how cool we really were and thought, "Drew would be so proud."
Enjoy our ride.
