Trust me, I was a fan. My colleagues and I rode scooters everywhere. Lunch runs, investor meetings, you name it. They felt like freedom on two wheels.
But the shine wore off quickly. Too many scooters. Riders on sidewalks. Riders weaving through traffic like they’re auditioning for Fast & Furious: Short North Drift. Stop signs? Optional. Red lights? Suggestions.
Then it got real for me. A group of kids on scooters ran a red light on Summit and Warren Streets, the slowest rider ending up on the hood of my car as I was driving through the intersection…