I take a Yamaha Riva scooter with me on most trips. Only use it outside the campground except to get to and from the exit. It's a legally licensed motorcycle for which I hold an endorsement and it is insured with the same limits as my cars and trucks.
That said, inside the campground I use my bicycle or my two feet. Nothing more disturbing during a quiet night by the fire than a circling club car with nowhere to go but back to where it started.
In the campground I stayed at last week, I don't think the golf carts there were ever parked. Sitting at my campsite was like being on pit road at the world's slowest NASCAR race. What's the prize for having the sickest whip at the trailer park?
