Smoky

When I came downstairs, this is the shape my scooter was in.

Yes, that's bird crap.

The chipped front wheel guard, which I have Philip to thank for.

You can see the stains from years of gasoline.

Water starts to go on it.

Someone was calling me from above.

It was a curious cat.

After:

Later that night, in the construction site.

And in a more safe location.