On Wednesday, when driving from Newberry Springs to Vegas, I had my first actual scary moment on this trip. I was driving along and, despite my usual penchant for obliviousness while driving, I saw a guy drive up next to me and wildly hand signal that something was wrong in back. I looked in the mirror and saw the scooter's shadow wildly bouncing in a way not consistent with it's usual tied-down existence.

The problem was, I was shooting along at 65 in a very narrow, downhill section of the 15 and the freeway was full of cars and big trucks. However, I couldn't go on indefinitely because I didn't know how much longer the scooter would last without falling off. I went maybe another mile looking for a turnoff, then finally just pulled to the side of the road. I was completely off, but not by much.

One of the four straps had broken and the scooter was laying down flat, parallel with the road. I had to take one of the good straps on the front and tie it in back so that the scooter would stand upright again. The whole thing only took about five minutes, but I was praising God when I got back up to speed with nothing to show for the mishap but an increased surge of adrenaline running through my body.