Apprehension rises

After a road trip to Maryland and a daylong reassembly the sooter's mostly ready.
I feel like such a slacker cause my boyfriend did most of the work while I was at work. But I helped near the end to keep him calm and help with some tight spots. (Small hands are useful sometimes.)
It looks pretty chic with its line of checkers down the side. Though I don't have a photo of the front. Looks cool from the back too.

My boyfriend took it around the block for a trial run after we got most of the parts on. The gas gauge doesn't really work. Read E even though it had gas in it. Might need a new one of those.
It seemed to move pretty good. Didn't think it would go that fast. Ed said it went up to 60, but that's as high as the speedometer WILL go.
Ed had me practice walking beside it as it ran because I was nervous about riding it right off. I have this fear that I will turn the throttle when I'm trying to brake and cause myself to skyrocket into something, like a telephone pole or garbage can.
My boyfriend said I needed to practice keeping my fingers over the brakes. There are levers on both the right and left sides. The right controls the front brakes and the left the back. You don't want to grab just one or the other cause it will make you slide.
That didn't calm me much cause it's one more thing I could screw up and killed by.
So I had to practice braking cause I forgot as I was walking along and grabbed the throttle when it started going too fast.
We're supposed to go out to the old Rickels parking lot on North Charlotte tomorrow and I'm going to take my first ride. I'm a little nervous that I'm either going to get really hurt or destroy this scooter my boyfriend has been working so hard on.
Wish me luck!

What have I got myself into

  This is not what girls my age do. 

   It all started with a simple statement from my boyfriend after he moved in.

  "We should go get my cousin's scooter for you."

  One of those statements I disregard because it came out of the blue. It was a whim, surely. Wasn't it. 

  He asked a couple of more times, obviously intent on getting it fo

r me whether I responded or not. 

  I was very hesitant to want it. First, where were we going to put it?

  We live in a tiny apartment over a garage, and while I'm allowed half of it, my mini cooper and his sport bike just about fit — along with all his junk from his old apartment. 

  Second, the only time I've ever ridden a scooter, I

 almost s

mashed head-on into an SUV as I attempted to turn a corner in Key West. 

  Nightmare.

 

  Let's face it, 

motorized versions of the bicy

cle aren't good for everyone. Most people can't figure out how to handle a clutch in a car. (I have and I like it.)

  But most scooters don't have clutches, so I can't let it out too fast and crash, right?

  But I still wasn't sure.

  I didn't want to get hit by an SUV and die just tooling down the street. But I guess that could also happen while I'm walking ...

  Then one weekend my boyfriend announces that he's borrowing his coworker's truck and running down to get it.

  I'd already had plans and this was out of the blue, and when I came home that night, it was in the garage, in pieces. 

  I still have no visual concept of what this Geely will look like once he gets the pieces together, but the body has been sanded and sent out to be painted. And my boyfriend has dedicated a lot of time to fixing it mechanically, so I can't really say no at this point. 

  But what there is of it here looks so small. Almost like it belongs to a child. Which makes me a little nervous. 

  Check back. Hopefully I'll have  a video of my successful ride down the back alley.