Hard lesson

Consuelo never forgot her first scooter. 
A battered secondhand Piaggio that she got for her sixteenth birthday. 
She had zoomed into the midday heat to her friend Daniela, her hair and mini-skirt flowing in the wind. She felt free as the latter. 

Daniela and her had talked for over an hour of all the adventures this stead of a modern age would afford them. 

When she finally jumped onto her scooter that had been parked outside Daniela's house for over an hour in the merciless sun, she let out a terrible cry of pain and got off it as fast as she possibly could. 

Leaving the skin of her left buttock stuck to the superheated vinyl seat.