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 as well.  Fortunately, the Prius was fine an