My scooter has been a more constant set of wheels than any car.

It appears he bought another car.  The fully paid off vehicle he took in the divorce was only about 6 months old when the divorce was final in October.  He traded it in for a Hyundai in November or December.  Then he traded that one in for a Volvo in late March.  And now parked in his spot is an Audi electric SUV.  I would guess this purchase happened in the last few weeks.  I don't walk that way all that often but it wasn't very long ago that I couldn't find a lower level parking spot and so ended up parked in a spot near his.  I was only up wandering the higher decks of the parking garage this evening because I was intrigued with the scope of the construction work they are doing on the railroad tracks outside my apartment complex.

And to think he turned the blame around on me for all the cars he bought, claiming that every time I tried to slow him down, he responded by pushing more frequently (sounds like a toddler mindset to me).  He claimed my push back caused him to buy more cars than he otherwise would have.  Clearly that's not quite the truth though.  He's replacing them every 4-6 months now that I'm out of the picture.  We were on a 6-9 month schedule the last years of our marriage.

This week before I had even realized he had moved on to his next car, I was reflecting on my scooter.  It is well worn and has seen so many miles.  The handlebar is a bit crooked no matter how much I try to adjust and tighten it.  The wheels could really use replacing.  It has been with me for almost nine years now.  I've thought about upgrading.  A OneWheel or a Half-bike each intrigue me for different reasons.  But I haven't been able to bring myself to replace it.  

And that is when I realized, it has been a more constant set of wheels for me than any car I have ever owned.  It has been one thing that was totally mine.  It (and the lifestyle I built around it) has been the excuse I needed to not have to learn another car each time he brought a new one home.  In a way, it has been my silent protest about the rotating cars in my life.