Riding through decorations

I'm learning how to ride a scooter, riding through American residential neighborhoods. It's pretty easy - I just have to work on remembering not to let up on the gas unless I'm slowing down. Turing the opposite direction to steer is working well, better than shifting my weight, though I still feel like I can't make a very sharp turn.

In the neighborhood I'm riding through, nearly everyone has set all their huge decorations out to the curb to be trashed - inflatable houses, santas, penguins, large gift boxes, etc., all still fully erect and inflated. I ride around some of them, looking more closely. I examine a giant-sized turkey I stop next to. My dad is standing on the curb looking at me. I tell him, "yeah, it's probably time we should get rid of this, isn't it." "Yeah," he agrees, "the electrical stuff on it is bad."