![]() Those were practically impossible to find on scooters.Ī few obscure European “foot-bikes” had been available for ages, but most are too large (and, frankly, funny-looking) for practical use. It’s things like larger wheels, inflatable tires, wide handlebars, good brakes, a relaxed headtube (steering) angle, and a long wheelbase. Think about what makes you comfortable and stable on a bicycle. They began in 2010 with a simple task: how to make a scooter that is fast and fun around the city, but as safe as possible, and actually useful year-round. Swifty is based near Manchester, England. Bottom line: worth it, but Not for everyone What would you want in the perfect scooter?.Bicycle-style parts mean bicycle-style maintenance.Small, thoughtful touches that others neglect.Rough streets (or paths) are never a problem.What would you want in the perfect scooter?.As a member of programs including Amazon Associates, I earn from qualifying purchases. This article might contain affiliate links. It leaves almost nothing to be desired, as expected at this price.Įven so, it may not be the right choice for you, and we’ll take a close look at why that is.īut first, let’s cover a little background. That all got me looking for a more sure-footed kick scooter that would be useful throughout the year, and maybe even look more grown-up.Īfter racking up quite a few miles, it lives up to my high expectations. Then, throw some wet leaves or debris in the mix, and all bets are off. That level of vigilance gets old before long. So, you find yourself monitoring pavement quality with almost paranoid attention. Things change for the worse when you encounter gravel or potholes or bumps or sidewalk cracks or downhill stretches. ![]() You’ve got the convenience of walking plus a bit of the swooping-and-gliding sensation of cruising on a bike. But the biggest grin of all belonged to me when I reached St Just on that final evening having scootered 210 miles over the past week – proving that even if people had told me I couldn’t, sticking to what I believed in (in this instance that scootering 30 miles a day is perfectly possible) paid off in the end.Īll I had ahead of me now was a 7-mile dog walk to Land’s End.Unlike their kid-sized siblings, adult kick scooters are amazingly useful around town. We couldn’t wait for the rain to stop – it was time to find out just what we had gotten ourselves in for.Ĭlaire and I scooted together for three days – and I finished off the last five on my own – missing her positivity and that infectious grin. We had an aim to cover around 30 miles a day and it was already approaching lunch time. We had a brief chat (over yet another coffee) and we talked about the fact that our scooter experience was very limited and we had no idea how hard this would be, and then decided it was time to head off, despite the fact that somehow the rain was now stronger than ever. ![]() The smell of my kit was more than likely what gave me away. Somehow, I knew this was them and they recognised me too, though after three weeks of being on the road this was probably less surprising. I may have had a humongous slice of cake too, just to be polite.Īround an hour later a smiling lady rushed into the café followed closely by her other half. ![]() 230 miles no less, across (what I was about to find out were) some seriously hilly parts of the country.Ĭlaire and I had arranged to meet in this coffee shop and as I had no idea who she was or what she looked like, I figured it was best to sit still and drink lots of coffee whilst I waited. A complete stranger who had enthusiastically volunteered herself to join me for part nine of my journey – scooting from Chepstow to St Just in Cornwall on the SayYesMore pair of Swifty Scooters. I had finished the trail the previous evening with Nikki Love (the lady who ran 63 marathons in 63 days) and had now been left alone to meet with my new travel companion. I was eight stages through a multi-discipline John O’Groats to Land’s End challenge and I was just uploading details and photos from the previous stage, running from Prestatyn to Sedbury along Offa’s Dyke National Trail. I returned to the tiny screen in front of me, eager to finish this Facebook post before Claire arrived. ![]()
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