Last night I dropped Oscar off at the scooter hospital for a check-up. It’s his first official tune-up since I brought him home, and hopefully when all is said and done I won’t be too much poorer and Oscar will be running like a dream. The alarm I had installed effectively killed his battery in November and since then I’d been having weird issues with the starter – I may need a new battery, and I know I’m way overdue for an oil change. I really hope this visit won’t be expensive. I am poor.

So poor, in fact, that after leaving the Yamaha shop we went to Value Village to wander around. I found a few neat things – a book of horrible 70’s recipes complete with nasty pictures; a smutty Nancy Friday study on men’s fantasies, an old Polaroid camera (with a rainbow!), and .. a plush Che Guevara doll.

Yes, you read that right.

What else says “viva la revolution!” like a stuffed socialist dictator guerrilla? Not a hell of a lot, that’s for sure.

I really do think this was the best $3.99 I’ve ever spent in a Value Village. Not only do I have a brand new tiny socialist martyr for my very own, tag is filled with delightful errors!

The only real question, of course, was what could I DO with my Che. The obvious answer: recreate his legendary motorcycle trip as seen in The Motorcycle Diaries.

Viva La Revolution, Che!