Karma is a Salty Whore

By Matt Van Hoven 

So um, I headed out this a.m., on foot, to run some errands and when I returned my scooter was no longer…there. I can only assume it’s been stolen, since it wasn’t illegally parked or anything. I’ll be dealing with that for the time being.

If anyone sees a black vintage looking scooter puttering (and I mean it, it needs a tune-up) around Manhattan, think of me. Or maybe tackle whoever is riding it &#151 dinner on me for whoever finds the bike.

Sunnuva…

Expect to see mostly SuperSpy posts today, this will undoubtedly take awhile.

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