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Thanks, I appreciate it! ...and, as a fellow lazyperson, I also appreciate your level of laziness. 




Thank you! The bike is actually the 150 version of this model. I was originally torn between this and the EVO...and then I saw the Quantum...but I decided to go with my original choice of the Powermax 150. I wouldn't be able to make due with a 50.

Are you sure they're the right type of current? I haven't done this to my 150 VIP yet so I'm interested in what it turns out to be for you.

It's embarassing. Yes, yes this is true, but I firmly believe it's something everyone does at least once with a vehicle for one reason or another at some point in their lifetime.

Today...I had my embarassing, inconvenient, run-out-of-gas moment on my scoot. 

I don't know if it will add anything to this story or not, but you should TOTALLY switch your brain to Morgan Freeman voice at this point. Thanks for your cooperation!

The story begins last night. It was a beautiful night. The kind of night that makes you remember that night. I was relaxing with my wonderful girlfriend when I looked her in the eyes and thought, "Girl, I'm gonna scoot you to work tomorrow."

So I said to her, "Girl, I'm gonna scoot you to work tomorrow."

She was delighted. Oh how she loves riding on the scooter while I pilot it. She is the Goose to my Maverick, we're a team. "Awesome," she said. You see, my girlfriend works in Avalon - a super upscale shore town in South Jersey - at a condo/hotel/timeshare type place. Perfect scenery for a scooter ride with the brisk morning air nipping at your skin.

And so we did. At around 8am today we left our place and began the 30 minute drive down to her place of employment with my gas gauge on about half a tank. It was a great ride, no real traffic to speak of, smooth roads, calm winds...perfect. She arrived on time, I took her gear with me in my backpack since it called for rain today and she would be coming home with a co-worker, and I set off on my trek home. I noticed my gas gauge was very low, below my E mark. That's when I realized I was in trouble. 

"Uh oh," I said to myself, "I'm in trouble."

You see, boys and girls, I had neglected to properly survey the accuracy of my Chinese fuel gauge prior to this point, I had always topped off my tank. This just so happened to be the day that I did not do that and left my debit card at home. My girlfriend never carries money of any kind to work.

At this point I was already miles from town, and miles from the next town. I was on a road that runs through marsh and over water. Two bridges, lots of hills, and no protection from the surrounding winds and no cell phone service. So of course this is where I putter out of gas. I attempted to walk it a while, but it wasn't happening. Tons of cars were passing by but none were stopping to check on me. I was feeling pretty hopeless

I did take a half decent panorama of Avalon & Stone Harbor while I was stuck on the side of the road for over an hour. Always thinking of you guys, lol.



Eventually, a man stopped who happened to live nearby to ask me what was wrong. He said my head was in my hands giving off the universal sign for "Please God someone help me." Boy was he right.

I told him I was out of gas and that I had nothing to give him in return except for my thanks, and he waved it off and said "No problem. I have plenty of gas in cans at the house. I'll go grab one and come back with it in a couple minutes. Sit tight, I'll be back. I promise." 

So I thanked him a hundred times and told him how much I appreciated it. He came back within 10 minutes and filled my tank for me. We chatted for a minute while I warmed the bike back up and I thanked him about 50 more times before we parted ways. Before he left he said "Make sure you do something good for someone else to repay me."

That struck a particular chord with me because about a week ago I removed a giant hunk of metal from the busy main road that runs perpendicular to my own thinking, "Someone is going to hit that or crash trying to miss it." When I got back in the car I turned to my girlfriend and joked, "That's good karma, it'll come back to me."

Moral of the story: Do good (and the right) things. You may not be rewarded right away or in ways you expect, but it always comes back to you eventually.

So now tell me of your embarrassing, arduous, maddening, and funny times that you have run out of gas!

So while I've been riding every day, I haven't done a new ride to some scenic spots again for you guys....so here we go!



Today I decided to go take some pictures just for you all of the historic fishing town of Mauricetown, New Jersey, the historic ship building town of Dorchester, New Jersey, and the bridge (and remnants of the old bridge) which connect the two.

This is Widow overlooking the Maurice River, which runs all through my entire area and is great to go boating and fishing on, from the lookout spot on the Mauricetown side of the river. Directly to the left of the frame boundary of this photo is where the old Mauricetown-Dorchester Bridge used to begin. If you look above my left rear view mirror and to the right of that light post you can see rubble where it used to connect in Dorchester across the river.


For historical reference, here's an illustration of what it used to look like. It was a swinging draw bridge that had to make way for ferries coming up and down the river and it was operated by manpower, not machinery.


That bridge would eventually be demolished, not sure of the year, to make way for a bridge that met the needs of the time. I'm not sure when this one was constructed, but it has been here for my whole life. (I'm 25, heh.) It begins about a quarter mile up the street from the original bridge's start point on the Mauricetown side.


In this picture you can see the Mauricetown Academy. It's a Greek-Revival style two-room school house. I actually used to have a similar structure directly across the street from my home, the Delmont School. Anyway, this school was built sometime in the 1860's by an architect named Charles Bacon. This school officially closed in 1962.


These are just some photos of the old houses that still stand and are lived in today in Mauricetown.



I really wanted to get to the exact spot where the old Mauricetown-Dorchester bridge connected on the Dorchester side for the sake of completeness, but it's not the easiest thing to do on a scooter haha. So instead I headed over to the Dorchester Ship Yard, where it basically made the connection via a railway that ran nearby, and snapped this photo of the grounds.


Lastly, here are a few shots of the town of Dorchester - an equally small, cozy, and historic town.

Welcome to the site and enjoy the new scooter! These things are some of my favorite looking China-scoots available.

I'm looking in to getting rid of the cheap and crappy stock passenger pegs on my Powermax 150 since my girl complains that they constantly fold back on themselves no matter how she holds her feet down on them. (A good method for tightening these up somehow in the meantime would also be appreciated.)

I'm wondering what kinds of pegs might be a good fit based on the way they mount. I was considering something LIKE THESE PEGS HERE. Here's some photos for reference. Thanks everyone!

Hey Leo thanks, I really appreciate it! I COMPLETELY agree with that whole "Future Champion" thing, and have some creative solutions in the planning stages now, though I may not get around to them until those super cold winter days are upon me.

Chingresh is one of my favorite things on Earth, and it's always hilarious to me to see their renditions of what might be "cool" English. I wonder if our popular Chinese & Japanese kanji are as amusing to those respective people, haha.

Oh! The name. For now, she's just the Widow - in the future, she may be any number of colors, but black will likely remain the primary.