I am back in my San Francisco office and it just so happens Rachel is in town too. Although we told everyone in Sarasota we were on vacation we're actually using this time to stratgize the future of our Scooter Gang. As far as the gang goes we could not be doing better! We continue to rise as natural bad asses pillaging enemy camps and leaving no mercy where ever we go. We have our turf marked and for the most part no one messes with us. Sure, there's the occasional "rough guy" who tries to harm us and only four weeks ago we had to participate in one of the most high risk combats known to the gang. It was absolute carnage because the most notorious rival gang member from The Eastside Pickle Kissers came to town without warning. Notice his pink scooter, basket, and smug grin. Don't let any of that fool you because he is as dangerous as they come.

Anyway, Rachel and I are taking this time to rethink our home city, Sarasota. At one point the city thrived. Sarasota government needed us. Now that we spent years working around the clock (not to mention the expense of buying a scooter and ninja training) insuring safety for everyone they have forgotten our commitment to the fine people of the city. Its seems the more skilled we became the less we were appreciated and now the new city commission has countless phone calls from residents asking why a giant ninja and her sidekick are patrolling the streets. These signs have started to pop up around town and we are alarmed. I am not sure what will become of us but the city seems to have prioritized the placement of these signs over their decision on parking meters.