One of the reasons why I enjoy the scooter so much is the fact that it gets to places fairly quickly.
The main reason why I enjoy going fast is that when I do I stop thinking. All I do is react. It’s almost an epiphany. No longer worrying, thinking, mulling things over or giving my opinion, teaching or doing. Justs being. It’s Zen-like in it’s perfection at times. Sometimes I wish I had a sensory deprivation tank at home and could just float in it for a while each day.
There are always young punks going a lot faster than me and it doesn’t really bother me that much. It’s surprising, because they seem to take pleasure in passing near my own scooter. They go fast, I go fast. They go faster and admire the lines and vectors of talented pilots. I frown upon those that go ridiculously fast dangerously without being economical in their movements and lines.