Family Microscooter Ballet Adventure
We line up. Five gleaming machines. Two Monster Bullets. Two Sprites. A Rocket. Newly forged and fresh out of the box. We stand like racehorses, holding our nerve, clinging on to our sense of balance. Some have more than others. Some have been doing this forever. Others, like me, haven’t done it since the beginning. But who says microscooters are just for kids?
Not scooting, but ballet
Like streaks of silver, we’re off. Pushing with our best foot. Trying to inch ahead. At first competing, but then moments of synchronicity. This is not scooting; this is ballet.
We race the sun
We race each other. And we race the sun. It is almost set and we chase its rays along the prom. Other mothers smile as I blast past them. Catch me if you can… I can’t keep up with the kids. They were born on scooters. It’s what kids do isn’t it? We push them out of the front door as soon as they have mastered toddling, with a brief warning about going on the road. We vaguely remember what it was like to hop on a plank and go turbo powered to school. But we don’t explore it any further. Because we are all grown up now. Because scooters aren’t for grown ups.
I am a mother of three and I am riding a Rocket. It’s not like surfing and it’s not like cycling. It is not like anything else. It needs no skill, nor heightened fitness. I am almost keeping up. I am lighter, brighter and closer to my kids. I am ten years old again. Why haven’t I done this before? Why did I stay at home and worry they’d fall off the pavement or scoot out of the yard? I could have had ten years of doing this to school and back.
Family on a scooter
We are a family on a scooter. Or five. Is it an Olympic sport? It should be. It should also be available on the National health. It’s a while since I saw a teenager smile for a whole hour. He carves on ahead. There’s no stopping him. He’s clearly done this before.
Disclosure Note: Our thanks to the folks at Microscooters UK for the use of the scooters to enable us to bring you this story. The experience, opinions, choreography and moves remain, as ever, entirely our own.