This guy I know wanted to sell me his Elite 150.
Told me all about it, said how good it ran, all that kind of stuff. "Nothing wrong with it but the key's busted off in the switch," he says.
I ask for pics thinking I could probably make a few bucks off of Photog, cause she's a sucker for anything dorky from the '80s.
He sends me pics, and it's this sad little Elite stuffed into a snowbank where someone plowed a parking lot and scooped the scooter right up with all the snow.
Then he tells me he wants "around a grand" for it.