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poliphilo I ride into town on my non-motorised scooter. I think I must be the only adult in Eastbourne who does this. I get looks. People smile. But it halves the walking time. And it's fun. I wonder more people don't use one.
My son rides his into work. But that's London- and this is a conservative little seaside town.
Not that I'm using those adjectives as perjoratives. I'm very happy here.
The mind-body combo is a funny thing. I wake up feeling my age, my joints ache, my eyes are sore, I feel like I could slip a disc any moment- but then I get on the scooter and whiz into town and I'm 25 again. I do my errands, whiz back home- carrying two camping chairs in bags on my back- one on each shoulder (they were such a bargain I couldn't pass them by-) and in all that time I don't feel so much as a twinge...
My son rides his into work. But that's London- and this is a conservative little seaside town.
Not that I'm using those adjectives as perjoratives. I'm very happy here.
The mind-body combo is a funny thing. I wake up feeling my age, my joints ache, my eyes are sore, I feel like I could slip a disc any moment- but then I get on the scooter and whiz into town and I'm 25 again. I do my errands, whiz back home- carrying two camping chairs in bags on my back- one on each shoulder (they were such a bargain I couldn't pass them by-) and in all that time I don't feel so much as a twinge...
