And I’m not talking about motorcycles. As a duckling, I used to enjoy riding a scooter. I would zoom along the sidewalk, wind in my feathers. I used them so much, they became rather beat up. One day, when going quickly down a steep hill, I decided to stop, and good thing, too. Not long after, the scooter split in two. Just like that. Handle bars and the part you stand on decided they didn’t like each other anymore, and if they had turned on each other while I was speeding down that hill, I would have gone flying, and not the good duck kind of flying, but the kind of flying where you realize how similar your noggin is to a watermelon. And I don’t even like watermelons.
Despite my near death experience, I got a new scooter, this one lower to the ground, so it would scrape on parts of the sidewalk. It annoyed me, but I kept on, to the point where I eventually ended up falling off, scraping my knees quite badly. My mom put on Neosporin and then gauze, and you would think that would be that. But, no, my troubles weren’t over. They were really just beginning. What happened next was one of the most horrifying things that’s ever happened to me. I woke up to find my skin growing over the gauze. It was truly shocking, to say the least. So we had to use something on my knees, peroxide or something, and then had to pull the threads of gauze out one by one. Needless to say, I will never use gauze again, if I can help it. And I hope all my past scooters are rotting in a landfill somewhere.
The Duck That No Longer Scoots
The Duck of Indeed 
a grt story although a bit tmi. there’s a reason i’m in psych n part of it is i dont do well w blood or body fluids… glad u r not dead.
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Yeah, I worried that there was too much information here, but I just went for it anyway. I’m glad I’m not dead, too. That would have ruined my day.
And thanks for liking this post.
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My favourite bit? “As a duckling…”
I hate those too-low-to-the-ground scrapey scooters. You can also get them in fold-up-cut-off-your-fingers mode too.
I had a wheel fall off my… car once. Luckily I was going fairly slowly at the time – towing a motobike. My front seat passenger was alarmed as his side of the car dipped and the bodywork folded up over his side of the windscreen. Luckily we were able to bend back it into place and wobble back home via back streets.
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I don’t remember if I ever had the fold up type. All I know is that all my fingers are still intact. I’m lucky I never had a wheel fall off my car. That would be quite shocking. They just don’t make wheeled vehicles as well as they should.
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Ouch! I’m a motorcycle gal, but your scooter stories have scared me!
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Scooters are more dangerous than people realize! I recently heard of a kid that had all her front teeth come out falling off a scooter. They managed to put the teeth back in, but super ow!
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