Saturday, July 29, 2017
That's interesting!
On this morning's walk I heard the sound of a cheap motorcycle or maybe one of those idiot Razor scooter things. Buzzy little gas motor with centrifugal clutch. When it passed by, I realized it was a literal motorbicycle. An ordinary bicycle equipped with an accessory gas motor over the back wheel, friction-driving the tire. I hadn't seen or heard one of those in at least 40 years.
Clever way to run a powered vehicle without a license for the driver or the vehicle. (The driver looked like the sort of dude who had used up his license a long time ago, to put it delicately.)
Labels: Heimatkunde
¶ 8:20 AM
