When I was in California this past year I had the luxury of NOT driving…Thanks to my personal chauffeur….My boyfriend. I’ve had my license, not had my license and soon will be getting it AGAIN (fingers crossed). I feel like I’m 16 all over again. Day to day we see people honking horns, cutting people off, not signaling, texting, sexting, chatting on their phones, picking their nose, driving too slow, driving to fast, falling asleep at the wheel and the list goes on and on and on. The very reason why I walk, bike, or trot everywhere. As I was sorting through my L.A pictures I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at this very one. I find this picture so endearing and comical. Grandpa, in the middle of the street on his motorized scooter out for the day, not to mention┬áthe bright orange flag giving us the heads up that he’s on the road. It’s priceless and puts a smile on my face. I have a feeling that will be me years down the road. Gosh, I hope no one cut him off. He was a grandpa on a mission. I think he was picking up his lady friend, small enough to fit in that basket. -Christina