Adventures with Zippy
Continuing to enjoy a new found sense of freedom with my scooter Zippy I decided to turn a routine commute into a small act of courage. I had a jam packed day of work and meetings in SF. If I got in trouble, I mused I could always call AAA for a tow.
So Wednesday I rode Zippy 3/4 of a mile from home to Rockridge BART, crossed the Bay to Glen Park station, scooted up the hill to my cottages seamlessly.
Oakland Aesthetics Arborists were there to prune the big stuff and I the smaller. I still am a “pediatreecian” after all. At a point where I could leave for 30 minutes, my landscape contractor picked me up to visit a nearby job site and review installation details. He returned me to Chenery in time to meet with the painter—front cottage needs refreshing now its empty after 8 years. Several hours later we returned the garden to top form and the view from the deck was restored
So far the day was moving like clockwork.
Down the hill to a delicious lunch at neighborhood taqueria where they remembered me and I bumped into a few neighbors.
Back to BART. But things quickly derailed. BART was broken down. I sat on the platform 45 minutes. The crowd surged, busy commute time ensued. Fatigue slammed me. When eventually the packed train arrived I didn’t understand how to best position myself. Rather than doing so for exiting, I mis thought and tried to make myself flat against the wall.
Philosophical lesson: Always expect the unexpected. How could I forget with such incredibly rare disease?
Tactical lesson: Always envision the way out. This is my approach with everything else…
Take away: Give myself credit. Remember I live to tell the tale. It was a small act of courage, a big adventure and a first time. When/if I do this in the future, remember the above.