Intellectually it stings a little because it's finally warm and I just made it through my THIRD winter on that thing, freezing just about anything that freezes. Also, it was pretty much our second car, so that's pretty inconvenient. But here's where the not-caring comes in. One, the week before I had started to really feel not safe on it. Like something was going to happen to me on it. All it takes is one person, particularly in an SUV, not paying attention for a second and I could be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. So I feel like maybe I dodged a bullet in that sense. Also, I'd just started reading A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle. I'd just finished the part in the book where he talks about how our ego tries to stabilize itself by attaching itself to material things. Once I became aware of that process, which felt totally true, I became much more able to not do that. When I looked out the window and saw that it was gone it helped to not feel like a part of me had been taken, which is how the ego typically responds. When I tell people I feel like I should be more outraged or hurt or something, which feels like the social script for something like this, but I don't. More than anything it's just inconvenience.
So in the next week or two I should be getting an insurance check which should be enough to get a new bike or two that the three of us can bike around the lake on. And I'll probably get a train pass. Not that I'm a fan of public transit. Like many people I imagine I think it's good for a lot of reasons, mostly environmental, but it's not something I really like doing. I liked having that time in between home and work all to myself, thinking my own thoughts and singing my songs in the safety of my helmet. Maybe one day I'll ride a scooter again, but probly not for a while.
I should probly also apologize to the person slated to receive my scooter that's named in my will. Will a nice bike do?