You know how people always make fun of rednecks living in the South who insist on keeping their broken down automobiles parked on their front lawn despite the fact that these vehicles have no hope of functioning ever again?
Well, in that case, a broken down scooter that’s been parked on the sidewalk in front of your shared flat in the Mission for so long that plants are growing through it definitely qualifies as the hipster equivalent.
Which means . . . I’m living down the street from hipster rednecks.
Except that those new plastic scooters that cost quite a bit of money to buy and must be maintained by a shop are what yuppies in sf ride, not hipsters. If it were a busted moped, old motorcycle or scooter it would be hipster redneck.
yep, only people in the south park on their lawns, you got it.
At least that thing has some hope of running again, right after one of us takes advantage of your “heads-up” and steals it.
I think “hipster rednecks” better describes people who get fried chicken, corn dogs & Icees from the gas station on 17th & South Van Ness and bring them to Uptown. Not a hipster or a redneck, but … guilty.
Have you been following me Jane?
You’re not a hipster? I think the earth was just thrown off of its axis.
That’s how I got my last scooter- it was parked in front of my building for 2+ years so I left a note offering to buy it.
How bout your roommate that has seven non-functioning bikes in your front hall? I always thought that was some hipster redneck shit.
I’ve seen this scooter move around. No cinder blocks under the wheels yet..
Plus, you overlooked the badass mod of putting motorcycle handlebars on a scooter. Friggin’ awesome.
This is my house. It’s only been here since February. (I live in the front unit, this is the back.) Usually there are two scooters.
You should where I live on Bernalwood. It’s the exact equivalent of Appalachia I’ve seen in South Carolina @ where Deliverance was filmed. Except, replace old rusted trucks from the 1940′s with bikes.
Hey, Andrew! This is totally my scooter. It broke down in some way that is totally beyond my understanding and I’m currently making the heart wrenching decision between the hefty cost of fixing it at a shop or selling it off. I park it on the sidewalk because the idea of paying for a parking permit on the block for a busted vehicle makes me cringe.
That aside: it’s a totally redneck move. Come by this weekend and we’ll sit on the porch drinking PBR and talking about all sorts of theoretical ways to fix it, NASCAR, and our favorite Jeff Dunham routines.