Blatting about
on recently purchased fifty-buck-bargain -
Bee Wee 101.
101?
Yep - loads of low-rev fun.
A bee she is, too, a yellow Yamaha,
all sweet hum and no sting like a native*.
She's purpose-built,
though not for the bush, a beaut little scooter.
Double headlights and a commodious
under-seat trunk
where brain bucket resides.
Oh, and one multitudinously-cracked mirror, the right,
Picassoing all retreating features:
Sandy tracks, drying paddocks and occasional stringy gum.
I'm tracking Ed
by noting open gates,
puttering up to highest part of property.
Bit like climbing platforms in Donkey Kong.
Guess that makes me a monkey
or maybe Mario -
hmmmmm. Zooooom.

*Australian native bees are stingless.