Scooter Saga

Grand daughter Zoe shamed me.  Actually I do wear a helmet while triking, but was cavalier about safety while scootering. So, I pimped my ride with a tall safety flag; 1 flashing white front light; 2 flashing red rear lights; Yield  I mean really ...  If a driver still can’t see me, he’s either blind, having a heart attack or is trying to hit me.  There’s only so much you can do.

The final rental at the end of May, a four wheeled (decided to go with stability) model.  Even with a small battery, I could handle the neighborhood hills (Earl followed me in the car since the machine was new and unfamiliar; did I mention he had fractured his leg and was on crutches?) and didn’t appear to lose a charge.  I could even meet my friend Barbara for coffee at Starbucks and not lose much battery power.  So Barbara went for her workout and I headed home. Going home, I discovered a full charge means on flat surfaces .  There were 3 hills going home. I made it up the first hill slowly but on battery.  By the second hill, I was officially out of battery power.  I’m desperately scooting with my legs to beat the band, to no avail (surprised?) .  I have to call Earl to come get me--did I mention he had fractured his leg and was on crutches?  “I’ll be right there with the van,” he says.  But when he went out, the van battery was dead ...