Zero hour

I'll be going by the shop in a little while. I'm scared and excited, kind of like waiting in line for a roller coaster. Will it be good? Will it be painless? Will I throw up?

Christy drove by the shop this morning on her way back home from an audition, and she called me to say that there was a black scooter out front, with a license plate and a seat on it. I don't want to get my hopes up, it could have been anyone's scooter.

But what if it's mine?

Ohhhhh.... that first hill's gonna be a doozy.