When me and the hubs were just a young couple living happily in sin we opted to get a scooter to get around L.A. I found a cool Il Bello model from these brothers that had a shop in Atwater Village. It was a sparkly shade of brown and it zoomed us around faster than any other vehicle we had. The hubs had more adventures on it than I did. He even drove it down to Hermosa Beach….by side streets…in the rain. If you’re not from here, that is going more than the extra mile. My local in town driving still made me feel like the baddest B! I was so fed up with the growing amount of expenses related to driving that the scooter alleviated that monthly pain in the pocket.

After about a year of easy riding, I wanted to take it out once the hubs came home. He parked and handed me the helmet. I was off joyriding around the neighborhood feeling free as a bird. I pulled up to the driveway and opted to have hubs pull it in. He had a way of backing it up and parking it between the house and garage. I didn’t feel confident to try to maneuver the bike but he trusted me so I hit the gas and jumped a curb driving straight into the garage door. Luckily the old school weightlifting bench in our garage kept me from going straight through the dilapidated structure. It happened so fast and my first instinct was WTF!!! The damage to the bike was not too major but the damage to my ego was in full meltdown. I was embarrassed, upset, and the only logical thing to do was blame hubs for not parking it himself. I expressed my doubt in parking it and he encouraged me to do it anyhow. Obviously it was his fault I crashed. I left the house in a full dramatic panic, sure he was more upset with me than I was at myself.

When I got home, we opted to write down our feelings rather than talk about it. He expressed that he was scared I was hurt. I apologized for blaming him and that I was disappointed in myself for wrecking our new ride. After the seriousness faded we both laughed out loud over the crazy scenario we both had just lived. My mind was on loop, seeing myself jump the curb and going full speed into the old barn doors of the garage. This story confirms my need for speed despite the walls in front of me. My motto, just break through them!