Well...
Rose and I decided the obvious way to settle the question of who is a better driver was to have a scooter race through the streets of Hiroshima at half three in the morning.
The results were... not as conclusive as we might have hoped.
In first place: my scooter.
In second place: Rose and her scooter.
In third place: me.
In terms of speed, my scooter was yonks ahead of Rose, which is definitely a race winner. However, she may have made the point (several times) that having to run (well, hobble a bit) to finish the race doesn't exactly imply the most skilled of driving.
We'll sort it out later. Now, though, I'm going to sit in a cold bath because I'm rather bruised and I've got a few grazes and burns. The coefficient of friction between the grass (I am so glad it was grass and not tarmac) and my bum was unreasonably high. And I'm sure my body wasn't always this fragile!
The results were... not as conclusive as we might have hoped.
In first place: my scooter.
In second place: Rose and her scooter.
In third place: me.
In terms of speed, my scooter was yonks ahead of Rose, which is definitely a race winner. However, she may have made the point (several times) that having to run (well, hobble a bit) to finish the race doesn't exactly imply the most skilled of driving.
We'll sort it out later. Now, though, I'm going to sit in a cold bath because I'm rather bruised and I've got a few grazes and burns. The coefficient of friction between the grass (I am so glad it was grass and not tarmac) and my bum was unreasonably high. And I'm sure my body wasn't always this fragile!