One reason I'm wary of action sports is that I'm a bit of a spaz. I first learned this 45 years ago when, while bicycling, I turned to stick out my tongue at a girl and crashed into a pole. I totaled my three-speed and nearly my body. Since then, I have broken both legs--one skiing, the other playing football. I tried mountain-biking a few years ago and took an epic spill on my first downhill.
So I was understandably a little anxious recently when I climbed onto a three-wheel, electric-powered scooter capable of going 18 m.p.h. (almost 30 km/h). Trikke...
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