Rooster.

A couple weeks ago, Rooster started acting a little funky. Like maybe he wasn't getting enough gas when I accelerated or wasn't just quite up to his usually spunky self so we loaded him up in the back of Shelby's truck and delivered him to Murph's North Shore Scooter Shop for a little fine tuning:

AND a week later, Danielle and Murph delivered him right to my front door, red-neck style in his lawn chair and all!! When they pulled up I about died...I was laughing so hard!! All Murph needed was a wife beater and a 40 ouncer in his hand! HA!