I will look at my children on their scooters with a new awe as they push themselves around the streets with apparent effortlessness. Because I can tell you one thing: Scooting knackered me out very quickly!
Traditionally a two wheel commuter, today was the first day I took my new adult scooter, kindly given to me by the good people at Micro
, all the way in to work. By which I mean a braved the EXTREME cold from my house to St Albans Station and then from St Pancras to the office in Covent Garden. I did not attempt galloping down the M1.
Bobbing up and down on your quad whilst balancing through your core and propelling yourself along, performing single leg mini squat thrusts is a lot harder than it looks! Also, some of the glares I received from pedestrians and car drivers were quite hurtful. Scooterers are people too
I made it into work in one piece and without injury to myself or my fellow commuters. It felt great, yes, to be alive, but also physically. I felt like I’d a had a proper work out. I was alert and ready for the day. And I bloody deserved that Bovril on toast this morning. Don’t judge me!
The scooter itself I think would have been much more comfortable on a lovely summers day, when gripping the road and pavement wouldn’t be such a hazardous affair. Also, I’m going to need a carrying accessory for taking the Big Guy (that’s what I’ve decided to call my scooter) on the public transport I take in between scooting.
With a brave heart a mighty thigh I will master this new scooter steed. It will bow to my will as I freewheel and tight-turn around the walkers on my commute to work. But… it will take practice.