Not those, but once I was home from work, I hopped on my bicycle for a quick run to the market (about a two-mile round trip), left Tam with dinner fixin's and took the scooter to gas it up. (I'd've ridden the scooter to work Monday but I was ferrying stardrive parts back to the Nerve Center).
Quite a contrast between the two -- my bicycle is almost the tallest vehicle I own and has the largest-diameter wheels by a long margin, while the scooter buzzes along on 10" tires. But both of them are like flying.
...The bicycle is even more like a pair of seven-league boots. Friday, Tam and I headed to downtown Broadripple, me on my bike and her afoot. I rode all the way up, did the errands I needed to do, rode back and met her, rode back up, shopped a bit, and glided back home with a few side-trips and still arrived ahead of her. Tam's comment? "I've got to get myself a bicycle!" Darn right!
I love my scooter and have been riding it to work every day that wasn't stormy. Still, there's something magical about a bicycle.
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