My obsession with electronics has recently broadened to electric scooters. I used to have a thing for “vacuums” to the point that my apartment resembled a used vac store. Well, now it is scooters. Within a couple of months after coming down with this obsession, I have five scooters. Just call me a scooter-bug.
The first member of my scooter herd was a Segway mini-transporter that I nicknamed “Seggie”.
My second was a different breed than my Seggie. It belonged to the “glider” branch of electric scooters (a pink GoTrax scooter) that I appropriately nicknamed “Pinkie”. I wanted to have two that were different breeds.
My Pinkie broke down shortly after I bought her and the company was kind to send me a replacement. In the meantime, not knowing Pinkie would be replaced, I got a Razor scooter nicknamed “Raz”. So I didn’t intend to have three, but I quickly got used to the idea.
Then, Raz’s chain stopped me in my tracks. While it lay in the garage going nowhere, not knowing if it could be repaired, I went ahead and got Seggie’s little brother, a mini-Seggie, that I nicknamed “Lil’ Seggie”.
Then, Amazon Inc. had its annual BIG sale for its prime members. The sale was almost a full two days worth. I succumbed on the second day purchasing a hoverboard at a sale price I didn’t think I would see again until maybe next year.
The hoverboard (nicknamed Hovert) is the most challenging of them all to tame. On my first ride, I fell off of it within 60 seconds. Well, twice. I wondered at times if it would be UNtameable. My playmates, grandniece and nephew, avoided Hovert like the plague. I saw on Amazon it had an accessory that could turn Hovert into a go-cart. Although, I was slowly but surely taming Hovert, I purchased the accessory thinking I could get more use of Hovert by it being a go-cart instead of hoverboard only.
My riding around on a scooter grants me far more attention than I want. Most especially with Seggie and Lil’ Seggie since in a town of 43,000 people, I may be the only owner of one. If I traveled downtown, I’d probably run into a fellow Segway scooter at a tourist spot. If I do cross paths with a fellow scooter, it is someone far younger than me. Hey, I never acted my age anyway. When I was 10, I was going on 40. Now I’m near 60 and I’m heading back to 10.
Maybe it is wishful thinking but I think these scooters are helping to improve my balance skills. A lack of fine or gross motor skills is one of those ASD traits. I’m not absolutely sure about that. It took weeks before my swollen big toe looked like it did before Pinkie fell on it. One of my thumbs hasn’t been pain-free since Seggie fell for a curb and took me with him.
They have given my pride and joy, my four-set of wheels, “Toyota Prius”, some cosmetic changes (scratches in loading and unloading the scooters). So why in tarnation do I keep at scooting? There’s no middle ground with my ASD. When I become obsessed with something, the intensity can be stronger than even my long-held fear of the sensation of feeling the earth move under my feet.
I think I’ve completed my scooter family and plan no more family additions until…well, they start playing Christmas songs on the radio. But I wouldn’t place any bets on that.