Microscooters as a means of sustainable long distance travel. The YAC reviews...
The term ‘microadventures’ is certainly catching on with Al Humphrey’s inspiring blogging. It’s great for encouraging people to get out and about when they proclaim that they have neither the time nor money to adventure. We took Al’s term perhaps more literally than intended and rushed to the shops for a bunch of microscooters.
AS with a couple of our trips we like to test ourselves over a 55mile route we know well which runs from our hometown (Ampthill), to our university town (Oxford). In the past we’ve walked it through the night and cycled it multiple times, this time was the turn of microscooters...Oh, and we thought we’d do it in fancy dress. The call went out and we recruited 3 others to join the ranks (Andy’s ever keen dad being one of them).
The day came and started badly. Four of us woke up in the YAC campervan hungover. Outfits on, well I can’t really label any of them as actual outfits except mine which worked as the ‘sexy-nurse-in-safety-car’ outfit. Most of the necessary components for this outfit can, perhaps surprisingly, be found in Toys ‘R’ Us. Anyway, outfits on, things went from bad to worse, within 5minutes one of the scooter’s wheels had melted and was very reluctant to turn. It looked like it was quickly going to become a 55mile run with a broken microscooter over the shoulder. Fortunately we were within spitting distance of the always reliable ‘Argos’ and we waited eagerly for its doors to open. Once in we frantically flicked through the catalogue for an upgrade. Grabbing the last one in stock we bundled out the doors, met our fifth member (dressed like a Scary Spice/troll doll) and narrowly avoided getting into a fight.
This was it; we set sail proper, wind in our wigs completely blind to how long it may take us. Amazing weather, high spirits and regular car honks carried us most of the way. We soon had a good rota for swapping scooters so we could all benefit from the prolonged gliding capabilities of one particular model. This was so wrong in many ways but oh so right in many others. It was a laugh, there wasn’t any danger of us getting lost and due to our outfits most cars were choosing to give us a very wide berth. It took us 10 hours in total and that included stopping to collect donations for Sobell House Hospice in Oxford. At 7pm we rolled into our hometown pub with the beers lined up from friends and family. After a few we went our separate ways, me getting on the bus to get back for work the next day. Hopefully I’d just have time to get the gaffa tape off which had been holding my miniskirt up.
Cross-dressing microscooting, the ultimate £50 adventure.