: On a scooter, there is no glass barrier between you and the scent of the pollen or the warmth of the air.

As the afternoon heat peaked, I checked my phone. 11 missed messages from my roommate. “WHERE ARE YOU???” “Did you get kidnapped?” “Send a live location.”

I can provide a more or a full-length draft once I have those details.

“The eleventh.”

: When you spot a break in a line of sunflowers or a hidden path leading toward a secluded lake, a scooter allows for a U-turn that a sedan simply can’t manage.