Why bother seeking out new kick scooter routes to ride on my Xootr Mg kick scooter?
I really don’t own any kick scooter routes, they just become a part of me
I used to phrase it that I’d ride a certain trail, and then I’d “own it.” But those aren’t the right words. Rather, I ride a trail, then that trail becomes part of my experience. In a very real sense, it becomes part of me. It hit me too that I become part of it as well.
It’s like all the places I’ve ever been to in my life. And all the people I’ve cared about. And all the trees and animals. My first real kiss, at 16. Driving almost the full length of Route 66, at age 19.
Paris, more than once, at different seasons of my life. They’re all part of me, and I am just as much a part of all of them. More than just a memory of an interaction. It’s part of who I am. And in a real sense, I am part of what and who I’ve interacted with, too. For all time.
Your favorite places can’t be with you all the time, but they’re still a part of you forever
Surely you too have your favorite places, your favorite people, your favorite trees and animals. But you can’t be with them all, can’t be part of them all the time. But in a sense, you are with them, you are part of them all, as they are all part of you. For ever and ever.
OK. My scooter rides. Recently I had a pair of rides. The first, from Bellflower City Caruthers Park in Bellflower, CA, up the Bellflower Bike Trail in a northwest direction almost three miles to Somerset Blvd in Paramount, then a mile west on Somerset to Paramount Bvd, in an attempt to complete a loop to the Los Angeles River Trail at Somerset Bvd, which I’d scooted to a few months ago.
Then, the second ride, on another day, was from the Los Angeles River Trail at Somerset, east on Somerset almost two miles, to Paramount Blvd., then back, for a ride down the Los Angeles River Trail to just below where the 91 crosses it.
Murals possibly painted by a homeless guy living on a cement ledge
And what did I see? A vulture, circling low. And a homeless guy living with all his junk on a cement ledge overlooking the trail under Somerset. There were a couple of interesting abstract murals painted on the walls on the two sides of his place. My bet is that he painted them.
Conclusion, these trails have become a part of me for all time
I used to say OK now I own these trails and the connection via Somerset. But the truth is I don’t own them, I made them part of me, and I am part of them. For all time.
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