They only cost 5 bucks a day. Some are new, others pull to the left and skweak over the bumps. Mine has a surf rack and usually a board to go with it. Morgan drove it...for like 5 minutes. She rather liked it. Having taken a spin with Jake following behind, she was off getting her balance. She came back, met me on the side of the road by the coconut tree and couldn't stop smiling. "Soooo...how was it?" I asked. "Great, haha, really fun...I think you better drive though!" she replied. "Okayyyyy, what happened? Did you crash?" "No, no, but you should drive!" I ask "Jake! What happened?" He said "you should drive bro!" I laugh and take the commander's seat and never bring it up again. Whatever happened, only Jake and her know :) I've been driving ever since!
It's wierd driving on the left side of the road...after a few minutes you get used to it on a normal road just cruising along. But when you get to an intersection with 50 other cars and bikes making turns and honking at the weary, you get gun shy. I know I can't hesitate, but man, pulling into the left lane on a right hand turn through an intersection is the most odd feeling. It's worse than realizing you have just turned down a one-way street in opposition to traffic flow.
Now I have a couple weeks under my belt. I'm a master on the thing now. In Kuta on the Island of Lombok, Morgan and I negotiate steep uphill terrain that requires the utmost precision. The hardest part is going really slow up hill over pot holes, muddy car tire slots, and loose rocks. With Morgan on the back I know my mistakes in hurry. Bam!! We bottom out, scrape the kick stand or oil pan and keep scooting. I'm really good though, I promise! Ask Morgan! We've only had two flat tires...and presumeably only one was my falt, though I deny both :)
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