Assigned to bring up the rear of our Segway tour, I was
closing in on double-digit miles-per-hour as I ripped across Bayshore Drive at
Second Avenue (which used to lead out to the inverted pyramid on the Pier). My
right wheel caught the curb as I zipped up the ramp from the street to the
sidewalk.
Here’s how I remember it: The Segway canted over a dangerous
two or three degrees, creating a tidal-wave-disturbance to my equilibrium. Much
like Captain Ahab battling Moby Dick, I fought for control of the runaway
Segway. Throwing my weight to the side, hands gripping the handlebars, helmet
knocked askew from the force of hurricane winds generated by my reckless speed,
I brought the beast that was my Segway under control just as I was closing in
on a hotdog vendor who was sitting on a lawn chair oblivious of the Segway that
was bearing down on him.
Catastrophe averted, I nodded at the man – who was unaware
of how close he come to being the bottom half of a Segway sandwich – and leaned
forward to catch up with the rest of the tour group.
But two-wheeled danger isn’t the topic today.
Deb and I are getting ready to hit the road.
This year-long stay along the Gulf Coast has been lovely.
The view, the nearness of St. Pete and Tampa, the handy tennis courts … all
have been wonderful. I got a lot of writing done. We frequented the Dali
Museum. And we soaked up the beauty of our lagoon.
But we’re getting itchy to get moving.
We’ve mapped out a much more active year … a month in Myrtle
Beach with visits to Raleigh and Pennsylvania … three months in St. Martin …
three months in Portland and then back to Raleigh for the holidays.
We’re planning to use the St. Martin trip as fodder for the
first of a series of travel guides for wintering overseas. Something like “Snowbirding
Abroad … Three months in St. Martin.” Then “Three months in the south of Spain”
or “Three months in Malta.” Someplace warm. Any place warm. Maybe Uruguay, who
knows?
Any place with Segways.
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
ReplyDelete