You all know how much I love my scooter. I always proudly presume I’m the oldest person in the Denver metro area who rides a scooter.
The other day, I rode my scooter over to the nail salon to get a pedicure. There was a woman standing in front of the nail salon when I drove up. As I got off the scooter, she told me, “I haven’t gotten my scooter out today.”
I don’t personally meet many people who ride scooters, and no one in my age group. So I happily remarked on just how much fun they were.
“I used to ride to work downtown,” I told her. “But now I mostly just drive it around the neighborhood.”
She smiled, and said she did the same thing. However, she went on to say that she used to regularly drive her scooter to Golden. Now, only people who live in Colorado will appreciate that Golden is a good 30 minute CAR drive from southeast Denver, and that’s taking highways.
I noted that she must have a larger engine, because my 50 cc engine only goes about 40 mph, and isn’t legally allowed on a highway. Nope, she told me. Hers is only a 50 cc also. She just rode up to 32nd Avenue in north Denver, and drove it all the way to Golden. I didn’t ask, but it probably took her an hour or more to get there. She understands, however, that an hour on a scooter is like an hour in heaven.
“That’s how I got 52,000 miles on my 2002 scooter,” she went on to say. (For reference, my scooter is a 2001, and I bought it new. I have 7,300 miles on my odometer. I’m apparently just an amateur.)
As we ended our conversation, I tentatively asked her if she minded sharing her age with me. “Not at all,” she said. “I’m 79 years old.”
So there. I’m just a youngster in scooter years.
Have a great weekend.