Bear with me, this one is going to start slow...
Yesterday morning, I was so happy to be home, and even happier to come home to scooter weather! I think I had an open mouthed grin on my way to work, until I hit York- that is...
My scooter is a 49cc Kymco, with one mirror, a broken tail light, and a nice tag on the side of the tank from a kind neighbor of mine in the Five Points area. It was stolen a year ago and painted with flat red spray paint, the drips cover most of the body. It's a beaut. I'm not sure if you know this, but 49cc is not a lot. Also, a V8 engine is much bigger- there is your auto lesson for today.
As I turned from Colfax onto York to start my southward trek, an impatient commuter in a beautiful Jeep Grand Cherokee (the V8) started to rev up on the tail of my scooter. The speed limit is 30MPH and since it was a hill and I had just been stopped at a red light, I was trying to gain speed to hit the limit. He impatiently sped around me after honking and almost hitting the back of my scooter. He cut so close as he pulled in front of me, I had to hit my breaks. He sped around the next two corners only to be caught at the next red light, where I pulled up behind him. I honked my horn and he opened his door and I asked, "What is your problem?!" He said, "If you can't keep up with traffic get off the road you fucking dipshit, people have places to be!" He endangered my life, which made me so angry- but shortly after his hateful words, tears started rolling down my cheeks and blurring my vision. How could someone be so mean? Don't you think I'd rather be driving a beautiful new Jeep? Nah...I prefer my tagged up, spray paint dripping, lawnmower engine, mirror missing, stolen and recovered scooter that goes 32MPH tops.
As I cried all the way to work, I reflected on the difficult transitions I have gone through over the last three years. I'm so glad that my ex is out of my life, because of the pain he caused- but I had nice things too before that all went downhill. I had a job where I made great money, pets, furniture, designer clothes, and a beautiful car.
Maybe if roads should be labeled by social status, I wouldn't have inconvenienced the important man who needed to get to the next light before I did. He could have avoided my loser 30 MPH commute if he had taken the highway where lowlings like myself cannot imagine driving.
After crying all day over the injustice, posting on Craigslist and being flagged, and freezing on my way home- I was tapped. When my guy got home, we commiserated for a while over money, work, my commute, his ever-increasing work responsibilities and I decided...it is time to go for a skate.
We picked up the boards and hit the pavement. Since there wasn't a baseball game, we were able to skate the parking lot all the way to the hill (which he made me go down twice from heights I had never tried before). I got the speed wobbles a little bit, which got my heart pumping, but pushing around Denver on a longboard after a horrible day is better therapy than a bottle of Jack. We skated the sidewalks of Lodo's before arriving at Biker Jim's for a dog and a Strongbow. We stayed well past dark reading the Onion, laughing and remembering just how good we have it- since we're going on four years and the love only grows the longer we are together.
That only began our night on the streets. HE showed me how to drag my foot to slow me down, and we bombed the hill by our house about 8 times. Once back in the house he introduced me to the Arctic Monkeys and we drew up skateboard ideas for an hour or more. Ideas flying and chemistry permeating the room, I forgot about the woes of the day and realized, yet again...that I am one of the luckiest girls alive.
I live with and love dearly my best friend. I fell asleep in his arms, right where I belong.
