'Cause I am the taxman

Let me tell you how it will be
There's one for you, nineteen for me
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don't take it all
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah I'm the taxman

If you drive a car, I'll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat.
If you get too cold I'll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.

Don't ask me what I want it for
If you don't want to pay some more
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
And you're working for no one but me.

-Taxman, The Beatles

It is the same each year....April....taxes....ugh!  Why oh why do I work for tax accountants?  Most of my creativity goes straight out the door this time of year, not for lack of wanting to be creative, just the pure exhaustion sucks it right out of me.

For my Birthday this year, in late March, my wonderful husband bought me a Honda Ruckus!  It is the most bad a$$ 49cc motor scooter.

Before Modifications

This Scooter gets 100 miles to the gallon, and has an under the seat storage space.  It will only get up to 40 mph but the speed limit around town it only 30 to 35mph.

The first thing I did when I brought it home was find some cord/rope to make a net around the under the seat storage area.  With some paracord and crochet hook in hand, I started at one end and worked around....

I started by wrapping the paracord around the frame.

Left side done, then I mirrored what I did on the right side, then the front.

My punk rock ride!  Notice the flame mirrors, skull "bad to the bone" helmet, and skull decal on the gear box.  Next up a basket for the front.