I’ll just be sore for a bit. There was no slow motion fear or skid to replay over and over — just a flash of brown in the headlamp, and then I was crumpled on the street. It must have come down through the wooded hillside to the right, or that black hole of a driveway in the apex of the turn. Not the creek on the left, or I would have seen it. The witnesses said it took off into the woods, just leaving behind some fur in the shattered plastic.
I guess I’ll have to take some time off to get the scooter fixed, and a new helmet. Or maybe a small Hummer.
Ouch. Maybe a really big Hummer.