May 16. Conversations in the freight elevator that I have to use when I ride my scooter to work. “How fast does it go?” somebody wants to know whose hoodie is a lot cooler than my dress shirt. “Good investment?” he asks before he gets off, and I don’t quite know what to answer. The elevator operator, now alone with me, can’t calm himself down. “This is so unsafe!” he shouts, listing cases of people injured while using scooters, his own son among them. “You’re 90% unsafe! About 10% you might be able to do something, but 90% you’re unsafe!”