Dropped scooter. Broke hand. Maybe wrist. Scooter is fine. Typing is hard. I type for a living.
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I rode my first scooter about a month ago and within a week I had bought my own. I had never ridden a motorcycle (except as a passenger, netting me a nasty burn on my leg) and had dreams of being butch. Pipe dreams, of course.
But the scooter! There was the ride for me. I found it fascinating how “in-the-body” I had to be while scootering. It was so zen. I went to Columbia Scooters in PDX, picked out a little hot pink and silver number, the Kymco Sting 50, and was off and riding.
So I’m scootering around the ‘burg, learning new things about myself as I go. Today, riding to my writer’s group, I realized that I was tensing my arms and locking my elbows. No wonder I was going wide on the S-curves. Can’t turn the handlebars if your arms won’t bend. I relaxed my arms, which relaxed my body, and we sailed gracefully through curves I have previously overflown, ending up in the oncoming lane. Thank God/dess we live in the back of beyond and I don’t have much traffic to contend with! Now I take the curves effortlessly, leaning into them as I should. (It seems so odd to me that I naturally lean on a bicycle but am afraid to lean on the scooter.) Guess in part it’s trusting your ride. I’ve been riding a bike for over 50 years, a scooter for about three weeks. And the weight difference between a 20+ lb bike and 200 lb scooter is also a bit scary.
I’m also getting the hang of putting the scooter on its stand. I challenge myself to do it in one try and most of the time today I was successful.
Apparently the rules of the scooter world require you to wave at fellow scooter riders. Which I do if I can spare the hand. But today, for the second time, a motorcyclist nodded at me. Not quite a wave, but an acknowledgment that we were sharing the same road. That made my day!
So todays lesson: relax and unbend. And if you can’t wave, nod!
It’s raining which means I won’t be riding my scooter today. I’m new to the whole motorized two-wheel thing so I don’t ride in the rain deliberately yet. I’m bummed.
So the choices are two: spin or work.
Spinning brought my brain back together after the brain injury. I just did it because I was stuck at home and had little to do but spin and watch TV. Little did I know that doing things with your hands repairs the brain. So my body knew what I needed and made me do it. I spin a lot: in the car, while visiting, watching TV, at meetings. Based on that, I have the healthiest brain around. Don’t you agree?
On the other hand, I have a 622 page book due to the publisher on Monday and am only on page 148. Yesterday was a mess because of computer glitches, a long unneeded trip to the Apple Store to see a “Genius”, and then I felt a desperate need to back everything up to everywhere even though I hadn’t really lost any data.
Guess I better get to work. I’d rather be spinning.