My late brother rode every Sat. with a gang of aging, and mostly unlicensed!, scooter buddies to their ritual breakfast at the town diner.
He had a wicked sense of humor and they were merciless with one another....even though they each rode pretty pricey scoots.
My brother referred to that Yamaha in the group as the "Morose", because it was "so depressing to look at"!
If you forget the name of it (Morphous) just google Yamaha Barcalounger.
Stig
