Although I have loved scooters since my teens, and was supposed to buy a Jet 200 in 1986 (long, sad story) I'm afraid I may be seen as a bit of a scourge of the scooter scene.  One of those older, full time, money in the bank types who decide they want to be a part of a scene, and then just buy their way into it.  Granted part of than is true.  I am older and I do work full time.  Money in the bank and just buying my way in, though, is another story.  I had some money saved for a trip to Scotland with my pipe band.  The trip was cancelled due to lack of funds, so I promptly spent my meager savings on a non-running P125x.  Although not the scooter of my dreams I figure I've got to do my scooter apprenticeship, like everybody else.  You know, work my way up; start in the mail room, not the board room; do my time in the minors; lowest rung; earn my stripes; walk before I run; come up from the ranks; pull myself out of the muck; start at point A; all that sort of thing.   As far as getting into a scene, I was hanging out with many of these people at shows, without a scooter.  Now I get to ride with them as well.   It was all kind of spur of the moment, so I'm still in shock about doing it.   I was coming home from work on the bus.  We had just exited I-25 on the 20th St.  exit, and onto Central.   I casually glanced out my right side window.  I began to hyperventilate, and not a paper bag in site.  I pulled the stop cord without thinking.   My stop was still to come, but I had seen a vision that had to be confirmed.   I had seen Sportique Scooters.   I made my way to the shop and just kind of made a fool of myself.  Incoherent babbling, mouth agape, drooling, walking in a daze, and such.  I spoke to the guys at the shop, further deepening myself in stupidity, but got the point across that I was looking for a scooter.  I was put on the list, bought a few items (including a copy of  Scoot Quarterly), and stumbled out into the street.  The very next day, my excitement still keen, and armed with my SQ, I began to poke around on the web.   It was at the Scooter Shop   that I found my scooter.  I called them that day and put down half the price, made arrangements for the rest and shipping and went into a floating state.   I do not necessarily recommend this approach, as I took a bath on the crating and shipping, but if you see something you just cannot live without, give it a go.  I probably won't be doing it again.   Now I know that many do not like the P series, and to be honest with you I would much rather have a classic scooter.  I have come up with some conclusions/rationalizations about that, though.   1) Since this 'really' is my first scooter, I'm starting out with something newer, thus more reliable (I hope); 2) I got it for a very nice price; 3)This will NOT be my last scooter, you can bet on that; and 4)Like Mike Dregni said, if you see a scooter that grabs you, 'damn the torpedoes- full speed ahead!' And, damn the torpedoes, I have.  I kick myself for doing this almost hourly, but somehow, and I know not how, the above scooter speaks to me.  I don't know, maybe I have malaria.   So there it is, my story.   Please stay tuned for the continuing saga of this project  I will even try to include some snaps.