Cynthia's New Ride part 2

Our story so far...Scott and Mr. Dong have arrived at the shop of the Scooter dealer after a comedy of errors in getting there.  The shop owner was more than happy to see us and finally Mr. Dong understood what I wanted and the purpose of the mysterious phone number I had given him.  There were three models to choose from and I test drove them all and decided that one of the models was just too small and one of the models was too big but the third model was juussst right!  (Sounds like The Three Bears story)  Anyway, the store owner had a couple kids put the finishing touches on the trike - installing the rear view mirrors,  batteries, and a new speedometer cover (the original was cracked) and I took it for a final spin just to make sure it met my high standards of trike buying - (no Dad, I did not check Consumer Reports)  The next step was to get the thing home!  No problem - one of the kids who helped put it together would drive it to our apartment.  So we set off toward home with the guy in the trike following us.  We would have to stop for traffic periodically or simply to wait for him to catch up to us but he always appeared.  Remember the traffic here is absolutely crazy and but it was obvious that he was a real veteran of maneuvering in and around any and all obstacles.  Thirty minutes later we arrived at home and Cynthia was standing on the stairs of our building and when she saw the trike the air pressure around us dropped several points as she mad a huge gasp and said "Is that mine?!"  I paid the guy the final amount and he was gone like the lone ranger amid all the excitement.  All the expat drivers like Mr. Dong were hanging out near their vans (as they always do awaiting the next trip to wherever with an expat wife and kids) and they were quite amused when Cynthia invited all of them for a ride in her new wheels!  The trike actually has a reverse and instead of a gentle beeping sound like on a golf cart this has a nasally sounding Chinese women repeating some phrase that we can only assume means "Watch Out - Crazy American Woman Backing Up!"  We all got a great laugh out of this.   We store it in the underground garage where we can also charge the batteries.  Our next mission is to get the maintenance department to widen the ramp up the stairs in the basement so that getting it into the charging area doesn't require two people and a hernia.  Oh well, one thing at a time!