In high school, one of the local bad kids rode a moped around. he was always in trouble and wasn't the type to hold a job, so no car.
But he took the moped to another level:
In metal shop he made some 1/4" thick steel slippers that slipped over his shoes.
He'd get going on the moped, put his feet down and lift the front wheel up, and ride everywhere in a wheelie with sparks shooting off his feet. Ended up melting lots of tennis shoes tho.
Point is, it doesn't matter what you ride. It's how you ride it
