Halfway to work this morning on the Prospect Highway, stopped at a red light, scooter decides to cut out on me just as the light turns green. Two quick unsuccessful restarts and I walked it up onto the median strip to give it a better go. No luck. Peak hour traffic behind were probably all laughing too hard to toot their horns. Then it started to spit rain. Called the mechanic, Bikesmith Blacktown, who got out there quick enough with his ute to pick me up and take me and the gay shitbox back to the shop. Missus came and picked me up and dropped me off at work. My kingdom for a CB 250!!!