There’s a new craze in town. Scooters. When I first moved here I was always amazed at how there seems to be no age limit for people on skateboards. That’s just not a thing where I’m from. I really can’t imagine anyone over, erm, 12 on a skateboard in Liverpool, never mind anyone over 40. It happens here. A lot. But now the scooters have arrived. And when I say scooter I don’t mean one like George Clooney’s that they call a scooter but it looks like a motorbike. I mean a scooter like you pushed yourself along on one-footed as a child, except it’s battery powered so you put both feet on. And grown men in suits go to work on them.
It was like they appeared overnight. Literally. On every street corner. It’s not like the bikes where they have a specific pick up point. You use an app to find one that has been abandoned pretty much anywhere by its last user, I imagine you run to it before anyone else gets it, you get on it and off you go. Well of course you have to pay. The Scot and I were having a nose at them, and using them as a photo opportunity, and his one said to him (yes it spoke) ‘Either pay for me or I will call the police’. Clever!
I haven’t used one yet. I’m not sure how I would stop. It’s easy to say just find one, pay, get on and go but then what? It’s got disaster written all over it and I can’t be the only one in the whole of LA who wears a helmet on one. I’d like to say its making the traffic problem better but it’s not. I also wonder if it’s a ploy to avoid getting older in this crazy town.
When I did the goat improv I promised myself I would carry on trying out new things for this blog. For this one I realised I like the use of my legs too much. I’m thinking my next one will be about the marijuana shops. Let’s see which way that goes!
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