(Borrowed pic... mine has more red parts)
I don’t get out very often these days but plucked up the courage to give the buggy an airing. I had an urgent letter to post and the nearest post box is a very long walk away so off I went on the buggy. I had to face road works and men digging up pavements which was a surprise but not insurmountable. Some of the men were real gentlemen, guiding me through the rough bits and offering cheery encouragement. It quite made my day, so to speak.
Letter posted, I got ready for the return journey but by this time there was even more upheaval on the road. I decided to go the long way round, using part of the area seldom seen. It was lovely to be out in the fresh air and enjoying the ride, so to speak. I relished being out and about and took time to enjoy surroundings seldom seen. Eventually I reached my road, passing more workmen and greeted by a few, and made my way downhill towards my house. A few neighbours waved and called out.
Because the neighbour’s car was parked on my drive I had to take a sharp left to get on the sloping drive, whereas on a normal occasion I would ride to the far end where the brickwork evens out.
The scooter attempted to throw me off. I didn’t fall but my leg was suddenly trapped when the front wheels tried to reach those at the back! And, boy, did I scream. If it hadn’t been for one of the workmen, who just happened to drive by and see my accident happen, I would have been stuck there forever. He slammed the brakes and jumped out of his van to rescue me. Good job he did because I would never have got out by myself, me being firmly trapped.
Then suddenly I was surrounded by neighbours who either heard the crash or heard the scream. The kind driver left without even a thank you from me, and I feel guilty about that.
So that’s the end of the incident, but not the end of the red raw patch on my leg, about three inches in diameter. The skin was literally scraped off and for a week I watched the formation of an ugly scab. I watch it every day and marvel at the way it slowly diminishes in size. I guess it will be gone in about another week's time. I don’t think I’ll ever use the scooter again but in case I want to I have pushed a note through the neighbour's door requesting the rehousing of his damn car.