Just finished reading John Seabrook’s “Scooter City,” in this week’s New Yorker. What a terrific piece! It’s about e-scooters in New York City. Actually, it's more than that; it's about mode change, geofencing, multimodalism, and other aspects of the fascinating hi-tech world of micromobility. It's also about Seabrook's personal experiences driving an e-scooter:
Cruising down Carlton Avenue, I caught the giddy appeal of e-scootering. “It’s like supercharging yourself for a few minutes,” as Assaf Biderman put it to me. You stand there, and with virtually no effort at all—only the slightest pressure of your index finger on the trigger-shaped throttle button—you’re skimming along through the air. But the standing position also accounts for the P.B.E. (Paul Blart Effect): you look like a blissed-out dork.
Driving in the bike lanes, he encounters “hostile vibes”:
Human-powered cyclists—my erstwhile mode buddies—seemed especially peeved at me. Was it my lack of body language, which seemed to make it difficult for oncoming riders to anticipate my projected path? Was it mode rage? Purists, like my friend Rob, think that bike lanes should not be for motors of any kind, including e-bikes, and certainly not for e-scooters. But, if you forgo the dangers of the open road, and scooter on the sidewalk, you menace pedestrians; in addition, some city sidewalks, which are maintained by property owners, are in worse shape than the streets. (It’s also illegal.) In vain, I searched the eyes of passing scooterists for some inter-modal camaraderie, but I found only a shared sheepishness.
I love that last sentence. The whole piece is intriguing. Are e-scooters the proto-vehicle of the future? After reading Seabrook’s absorbing article, I’d have to say it’s a real possibility.
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