Not Scooter Vision for nothin'.
My journal is called "Scooter Vision" for a reason. It's really a belt level view of whats going on around me. You see boys and girls...I drive a lot better than I walk. (Except for the old lady I backed into, literally, who was not in a car at the time, who might just raise an objection.)
At times I have to beat back weeds that have grown over my head (true...I am sitting down)which surround me on either side of the SIDEWALK. I don't live in a rural area people. I'm not talking farm land which is mowed by a tractor once a month. I'm talking a burb of Boston, expensive homes, movie stars! Okay, you got me on that one. But it could be. The guy from the "Dead Zone" is from here.
Riding blissfully on the sidewalk dodging the occasional broken bottle, weaving in and out of trash cans left waiting for the garbage guys to deposit in their very large, noisy trucks, this particular outing was of the highest caliber.
Every trip I take I deal with broken glass from bottles or the occasional car accident where everything is swept onto the crosswalks out of the way so other motorist usually in SUV's don't hurt their little tires.
I've had to yell at someone across a busy street to ask them to press the walk button because the button on my side was EMTPY. A buttoney abyss of nothing.
Saturday, roaming around the neighborhood on my scooter I had the fantasy of enjoying the flora and fauna, tipping my hat to neighbors who really don't care whether I tip or not, literally and figuratively. My luck finally ran out when my front tire blew. The force sent me sailing down someones crumbled driveway and skidded me to an abrupt halt, the front end in the street and the ass end still in the driveway. Standing with my canes trying to figure out the amount of the damage to the obvious destroyed tire I hear a booming voice coming from across the street.
"Hey, lady...you should really move tha' outta the street." Looking up, it was the massive driver of a garbage truck. This is a man so big he could have picked my electric scooter up with me in it and put it back up on the sidewalk and not broken a sweat.
Remembering I am in Boston after all, it was better to just smile than to raise a digit.
"Yah think?"
He drove away.
At times I have to beat back weeds that have grown over my head (true...I am sitting down)which surround me on either side of the SIDEWALK. I don't live in a rural area people. I'm not talking farm land which is mowed by a tractor once a month. I'm talking a burb of Boston, expensive homes, movie stars! Okay, you got me on that one. But it could be. The guy from the "Dead Zone" is from here.
Riding blissfully on the sidewalk dodging the occasional broken bottle, weaving in and out of trash cans left waiting for the garbage guys to deposit in their very large, noisy trucks, this particular outing was of the highest caliber.
Every trip I take I deal with broken glass from bottles or the occasional car accident where everything is swept onto the crosswalks out of the way so other motorist usually in SUV's don't hurt their little tires.
I've had to yell at someone across a busy street to ask them to press the walk button because the button on my side was EMTPY. A buttoney abyss of nothing.
Saturday, roaming around the neighborhood on my scooter I had the fantasy of enjoying the flora and fauna, tipping my hat to neighbors who really don't care whether I tip or not, literally and figuratively. My luck finally ran out when my front tire blew. The force sent me sailing down someones crumbled driveway and skidded me to an abrupt halt, the front end in the street and the ass end still in the driveway. Standing with my canes trying to figure out the amount of the damage to the obvious destroyed tire I hear a booming voice coming from across the street.
"Hey, lady...you should really move tha' outta the street." Looking up, it was the massive driver of a garbage truck. This is a man so big he could have picked my electric scooter up with me in it and put it back up on the sidewalk and not broken a sweat.
Remembering I am in Boston after all, it was better to just smile than to raise a digit.
"Yah think?"
He drove away.