After the R65 moved into the garage last Spring, my bride continued to mention the need to buy a helmet for her... so she could tag along with me on Sunday morning rides.

I held her off for months with excuses about needing new tires (safety issue), front fork overhaul (handling issues), questionable ignition coil (reliability issues), hydraulic brake line (won't stop issue) and blah, blah, blah.
I really do not enjoy two-up riding so, as you can see, I did a pretty good job of gently discouraging her... Until she told me she wanted her own "scooter". The commute to her office at Denton High School is exactly 0.50 mile from our garage to her parking spot. "Sweetie, these little scooters get 80 mpg," she says. One-half freakin' mile to work and she's wanting to buy a scooter to save gas! Chic logic at its finest.
So yesterday, Saturday, we go pick out a 50cc scooter that meets her specifications: "I don't want rearview mirrors that look like insect antenna." More chic logic. Oh, yes... color is of vital importance.
Bought her a helmet that afternoon. I pick up the scooter Monday afternoon. The good news is that I'm still riding the R65 solo. Thank God for chic logic. [smiley=thud.gif]
And to any female that may be reading this... I'm not chauvinistic, I'm profiling!