Free at last
The wind blows not over my hair,
But instead my lack thereof,
My scalp is frozen.
My eyes are watering,
And nevermind the six elderly tourists
I practically plowed down.

I have found
That joy is in reckless driving.
Driving sixteen miles per hour on a scooter,
On a path marked
"No Motorized Vehicles!"
Without a helmet
Or even an excellent grasp of steering and braking.

I now have apathy for bikers
And why they love their "hogs"
Because this is a $300 scooter from Costco
And it's the best toy I've ever had.

07/04/2003

Author's Note: It's so fun, I love it, weeeeeeeeeee!

Posted on 07/04/2003
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