My last scooter ride was my last.
It ended the way far too many electric scooter rides in Denver do: in the hospital.
On New Year’s Eve — while much of the city was toasting with champagne or watching the fireworks downtown — I was recovering from surgery. In one split-second misjudgment I managed to fracture my tibial plateau. Not the worst the doctors at Denver Health have seen. But I wasn’t the luckiest, either.
The prognosis: six-to-eight weeks with no weight on my right leg…