Stubby hubs hunk didn’t like me riding my bike to work. He worried that I would get hurt by a distracted motorist. It is true that people driving cars in the US are not conditioned to look for two wheeled vehicles on the road. There were several incidences that got my blood flowing more than the peddling of my stubby little legs. I took to shouting “share the f*cking road”. I covered my helmet in stickers one of which says “I’m riding a mother*cking bike.” I’d ring my silly little bell when going through intersections. Got lights on my bike. Still there were these “I almost died” incidences. Stub’s response was to get me a scooter. The theory being I’d be bigger and faster, thus being safer. My soul experience with scooters or motorcycles is trying not to hit his when I pull into the garage. I downloaded the DOT manual to brush up. Whether by coincidence or design, that manual scared the holy heck out of me. Did you know that most motorcycle accidents happen in the first 10 minutes of the ride while going under 30 miles an hour? Awesome! That is the length of my commute. With little nuggets like, “avoidance is the best way to prevent an accident,” I’m a little freaked out to do more than take the pretty machine up and down my street….
….so if you want to see how cool I look on my new scooter, you’ll have to come to me.