My new ride
This is a snapshot of my new means for getting around town. Well, at least it will be as soon as I can figure out how to get it away from whomever actually owns it.
It’s a Honda Solo. The only one I’ve ever actually seen. It is a motorcycle. Some people might say you can’t really call something a motorcycle if it has an engine on it that looks like it’s only powerful enough to drive a sewing machine. (Actually, it’s a 50cc engine — but then it doesn’t take much to move a bike that weighs only 77 kilos, with the gastank full.)
Anyway, I think it’s a bike that’s designed to attract more attention standing still than on the road. It is a beautiful piece of design. If you want to see more details, there is a site in Hong Kong that has some great photos of it.
Unfortunately, the page at the official Honda site that is supposed to provide info about the bike says that they have stopped making it. So, if you’re looking to pick one up yourself, you may be out of luck — unless, like me, you happen to find one in the wild.
The one in the picture I snapped is parked almost every evening in front of the “Opening Cafe (Daito Travel Co., Ltd.)” next to Ebisu Station. So go by some time if you want to take a first-hand look. Just don’t expect it to be there long…
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Are you sure there aren’t some parts missing? I mean, it weighs 77 kgs with a full tank of gas. I weigh more than that!
> Are you sure there aren’t some parts missing?
> I mean, it weighs 77 kgs with a full tank of
> gas. I weigh more than that!
Based on the info in your recent notice to inconsiderate commuters, I reckon you do indeed weigh more than 77 kilos. Hey, wait a minute — I think you must have been the guy who shoved my off the train when I was on my was on my way to Hello Kitty Puroland a while back. That hurt, man. Well, hurt my pride at least. I toppled over a couple of people behind me who had also been trying to squeeze their way on the train before you could get off. They broke my fall. Maybe you remember, because you kind of stepped on top of us all after you got off the train. That part did hurt a little, actually. I mean physically, not just pride. But also pride.
That was you? Ooops. Next time you should wear a sign or something.