When I get to the age that I can no longer walk and need a motorized scooter to get around, that’s how I want mine to look. And forget a sidewalk, too. I’m rolling straight down the middle of the street in my Rascal, just like home dude in that video. Look at his sick, pimped out throne too. He’s all up high, cruising the streets. Can see over traffic from his high chair. Blasting the stereo. All bass, too.
Yup, that’s going to be me in 20 years.
Did I say 20? Better make it 40.
