Yep, my many relatives in the medical profession tell me that ER personnel refer to them things as "donorcycles."

My handsome young ex (see bawdy thread) rode one, including a stint as a street messenger. He made me get a helmet to ride with him, then lost it.

A VERY long time ago when I was hitching around the British Isles, a nice student of parapsychology gave me a lift on his scooter. My backpack fit very nicely on the footboard.

Truckers. Met some good and some bad.

Not long ago, as I was starting up what we call nine-mile hill, on my way home from Portland, I discovered traffic was stopped, both ways, by a semi which had managed to get jammed at right angles to the road: he must have tried to turn around or something: the front wheels were hung up in the left hand ditch, and the back wheels inthe right hand ditch. It was hours before a special tow got there to jack him out. Now HOW???