I yelled from the balcony to get his attention to say the Derbi is mine. After a wave and a compliment from the gentleman, I offered to go for a ride completely leaving my friend in the lurch (she'll survive, a real friend understands). I took off.
At the red lights he was explaining to me that it's unrestricted but he still has the stock pipe. So Derbi may lose in the glamour department, but at every straight I was whipping past that modern machine at much greater speed! I couldn't tell you how much greater, but he could. All he had to do was go in to the menu (yes, his scooter had a menu) and select one of the many options like lap time, average 0-60, average rpm, top speed, tire pressure, etc. etc. etc...
So we spent the next 45 minutes riding beside and past each other looking the bikes up and down, nearly hoping for a red light to admire more and chat (but not quite).
And after a wonderful ride full of a few tricks and plenty of laughs alas the scooter gods felt it was best to not have us become greedy. And the ride had come to an end. Even still we held on to the final few minutes enjoying each others company until he finally had to leave. But not without engaging the alarm system!
Regardless, he's already been thinking up what upgrades he's going to buy, so it won't be long until my Derbi will be a DONTbi (and yes that's seriously the best I could come up with). So where can I get a cylinder kit!
In the end we exchanged numbers, and hopefully there will be plenty of rides to come. I rode away from that night very confident and fulfilled. Somehow two modern scooters riding beside each other matches better then one sandwiched in between a couple of lambretta's...
Derbi Dan
