How I Started This Whole Thing
I was just scrolling through old bike forums late at night, you know, like a total time-waster, and this weird photo popped up—some tiny folded-up scooter called the Honda Motocompo. At first, I thought it was a toy or something, but it looked super funky. So I said to myself, “Man, why was this thing ever popular back in ’81? I gotta figure this out.” Just like that, my brain got hooked, and I had to dive in headfirst.
Digging Up the Dirt
First off, I grabbed my laptop and started googling like crazy, clicking through whatever junk I could find. Ended up on these ancient blog posts and a few forum threads where folks were sharing stories. It took me hours, no joke. I even pulled out some old motorcycle magazines I had lying around from my uncle’s place, flipping through ’em till I got paper cuts. All while munching on chips, making a mess everywhere. Basically, I was acting like a detective, but a lazy one who hates work.
Next, I called up my buddy Dave, ’cause he’s into vintage stuff. He laughed when I asked about the Motocompo, saying he owned one back in the day and how it was a total blast. We chatted for ages, and he told me wild tales—like how people would cram this thing into their car trunks and haul it around. I kept jotting notes on a crumpled napkin, ’cause my good notebook was full. Yeah, that napkin’s probably in the trash now, but the facts stuck.
What Blew My Mind
Turns out, the big reason this scooter got hot was ’cause Honda sold it right alongside their cars. Folks would buy a car, and bam—this foldable thing came with it. That made it cheap and easy, so everyone wanted one for quick rides to the store or whatever. It was like having a toy that actually worked, all compact and stuff. I mean, you could fold it up super small in seconds, almost like a suitcase, which was crazy cool for the time.
- It weighed next to nothing, so even kids could lift it—no sweat.
- The design was quirky as heck, with bright colors that screamed “fun.”
- Honda didn’t make tons of ’em, which made it rare and kinda special.
Wrapping It All Up
After I pieced everything together, I felt like a total genius, even though I probably wasted a whole weekend. I snapped some pics of my messy notes, typed ’em up quick on my computer, and slapped it all on my blog without thinking twice. No fancy editing, just raw stuff. Sharing it felt awesome—like I’d cracked some old mystery and could finally chill. Now, whenever I see a tiny scooter, I smirk ’cause I know the Motocompo story inside out.
