I swear this is true and accurate... my nic-name at work is now "Scooter" this story took place only 3 days after having a Visectomy 2 years ago:
I bought my son a 2 stroke gas scooter that you stand up on (he is 6). My friend bought one for his duagther who is 5. We decided to ride them one night because our kids were a little too young for a scooter yet. It was dark on a fall night. We fired them up at my house & headed out in the neighborhood with no helmets & no lights (I know, I know not good). We rode to main city street that was busy on the side walk going the wrong way... we both saw a cop comming our way with a complete look of disgust through his windshield as he hit the brakes & started to make a 180... we ran!!! (I am 38 & I swear I am more responsible than this, but we just ran). We doubled back into a neighborhood through as series of alleys & through apt. complexes & came out on a street near my house narrowly escaping getting caught. Going home wide open, I was cruzing down a side walk & the kick-stand caught a concrete lawn border (got too close) & I went flying through the air onto the concrete sidewalk & broke BOTH of my arms & one wrist!!! multiple fractures!!! one cast on each arm. Going "#2" was a whole new expierence when it came to wiping. had those casts on for a month & a half!!! I was the worst time ever... I could not drive for awhile too. Most embarrassing/painful event of my lifetime.
You can imagine the CRAP I caught from my wife, my co-workers, family... so now I am "scooter".... I figured you all know me good enough now on this site that I could tell you my story of epic failure to disregard every law & basic responsoibility. Getting caught by the cop would have been WAAAAYYYYY better. Rigsby.