Rollin'

I get a few stares when I ride my scooter, usually from little kids, who like the neat colors, and don't know or care that scooters aren't usually ridden by grandmas. Older people are too polite too stare--usually. A funny guy was very obviously staring at me the other day, and when I rode by he asked, "How old are you? Seventy? Eighty?" I said, "No, sixty, and why not?"

I'm actually getting some enjoyable exercise. It's even a little bit addicting. I see a hill and I want to go down it. Of course I also have to get back up the hill, but let's worry about that later.