Bucket Mentality

OhManDan™| Chief Editor |  Wednesday  |  September 16, 2020 

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Maybe it's True...

Early on in my life I found that I believed in having a spare form of transportation to avoid the ever present need to ware out my best transpiration.

Is this a myth or is there a strong, silent sense or affirmation to this belief? I tend to lean towards the latter.

​Let me tell you why...

It all dates back to when I got my first car. This was in 1978– I was fourteen years old, and by no means... had any legal right to operate a motor vehicle. Not only did I operate one, but I did so in complete stealth for fourteen months. The back story is– my Dad was a country boy to his heart, and he ooozed all sorts of country folk's

tale– guiding the way he raised us. We were raised on a Chicken Farm in Compton, California, and we had tons of chores everyday. One unlikely chore mixed in with our slave driving farming chores was to warm up and place Dad's Chrysler 300 on the street every morning after feeding the animals and completing morning chores. Of course everyone wanted that ​job, so to keep confusion down– Dad would allow the oldest to assume that duty and would alternate between the oldest everyday. Of course my siblings had their own bully laws they created and somehow, I seem to get lost in the shuffle. One day while plowing the grounds, preparing the soil for next season's crop, my Dad had to be somewhere and I was the first kid he saw and he charged me to warm the car up and pull it out on the street. Now mind you, the large sedan was parked in a narrow driveway that I had to navigate about ten inches on each side of the very erect chain linked fence post that I had to pass through goin backwards. I aced it my friend, not only that– I cleaned the windows and wiped it down while it was warming up. My Dad was so impressed by the way he received his car that I some how became by default– the go to for moving the car. ​  ​

I tell you this because, I gained all sorts of experience. When the right side was full, I had to turn her around and park on the left side. I also got the task of pulling her in at night. My Dad loved this beast of car. He had another car– a 1971 Dodge Dart over on the side path and his crown joy– a 1962 Chrysler 300 big block, with the slanted head lights and push button transmission shifter. It was a beauty back then. Dad started taking me out for lessons when I was fourteen years old and my first street drive was in the 1962 Chrysler 300. I felt like royalty. ​

You see, Dad had the Dodge Dart as his Bucket. As a matter of fact everyone in the neighborhood had a Bucket that they drove around for un-important trips or riding in questionable neighborhoods. this "Bucket Mentality" stretched beyond cars... people had Bucket bicycles, skateboards and yes, even Scooters. It was truly a Bucket Mentality. Don't ride your nicest ride to and for unseemly trips or neighborhoods and never pick up things or run errands in your prized vehicle– getting it dirty and possibly damaged– when all you had to do is take your Bucket. 

This Bucket Mentality stuck with me throughout my lifetime and of course today– I find myself applying the same standard with my Scooters. The problem is– that these machines cost so much, that one cannot classify any Scooter costing over a thousand dollars– as a Bucket.

So what are some Bucket qualifying eScooters on the market you might ask?

...and I would say– any eScooter that you pay four hundred dollars or less... can easily  become a great candidate for, or better yet– definitely categorized... as your "Bucket" Scoot to do your least, last mile, minimal at best errands and runs.