Me: "What did the sticker on that first one say? 'Peace-something'. Peace Racer? Peace Rider? Peace F*%er?"(It said "Peace Ride", as we discovered when they came ring-ding-ding-ing up at the next traffic light.)
RX: "'The new Ford Peacef*%er! Powered by unicorn farts!"
Me: "No, powered by hippie tears! And every time your 'low fuel' light comes on, you have to pull over and punch a hippie to gas up! It'd be the perfect vehicle for Broad Ripple, because fuel would be too cheap to meter."
*In Indiana, scooters with an engine displacement of less than 50cc's are not considered motor vehicles, and do not require a license to operate, which warms the more anarchic cockles of my heart. They are frequently piloted by Habitual Traffic Violators. It is customary to say "Sorry about your license!" when passing one. (Or at least it is for me.)