For the past month or so, I’ve been watching whippersnappers zip and zoom all around the city on these yellow rental electric scooters. Unlike the previous two scooters companies that tried to “disrupt” without following the proper channels, the company that rents these scooters–Bolt–has been granted permission from the city (though I believe it is temporary…kind of a trial run deal). And the scooters seem to be taking off like hot cakes.
Till about a week ago, I was of two minds about these scooters. One mind thinks these kids are out here trying to kill themselves, with their high speeds and not wearing helmets and riding on sidewalks illegally and whatnots. But the other mind has been quietly thinking to itself, “Man, I sure wish I was brave enough to ride one of those things!” Till about a week ago, the first mind was louder than the second mind. But a week ago, the second mind couldn’t hold back anymore. And it ordered an electric scooter!
I don’t have good balance, so I knew the two-wheel dealies weren’t not an option for me. So I went online and found a trike. It arrived this past Friday. I took me a couple of hours to assemble and then I was out there zipping around like the young whippersnappers (except I wear a helmet). I haven’t spent this much time outdoors in a long time. I have not installed the seat yet and probably never will.
I didn’t know riding that thing would be such a workout for my core, by the way. After an hour on that thing, I feel like I’ve just done an hour of yoga or something. So I’m happy to think that riding will provide some additional benefits besides fun and excitement.
As I was riding around this morning, it occurred to me that I might be experiencing a mini-mid life crisis. I’m about to turn 42 in a week. I still feel very youthful, but I’m clearly middle age. I’ve got gray hairs in all sectors of my head, facial wrinkles, and I’m just not hip to pop culture anymore. I took an acting class a couple of years ago just for fun, and it was a shock to me whenever the teacher would select me for “mother” roles. I am no one’s mother, and yet I’m at the age where that’s considered the default assumption. And that will never stop being odd to me even if I intellectually understand it.
I’m quite satisfied with where I am in life–which is why I don’t think I’m having a full blown crisis. But I do wonder if my spontaneous scooter purchase was born out of fear. A fear that the part of my psyche that clicks its tongue at youthful exuberance and fun is taking over my personality. I don’t want my inner daredevil to get crochety and boring. I discovered that inner daredevil only a short time ago, and I don’t want to let her go. I don’t mind getting older and have it show in my appearance, but I don’t want to be old personality-wise. At least not yet.
My scooter certainly makes me feel twenty years younger. But I’m not giving up my long-distance walking. My scooter may make me feel younger but walking keeps me youthful. I plan to keep walking to work/home during the week work and use my scooter to cruise around in the evening and on the weekends.