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The next morning my ankle was swollen and I could not get my boot on. I had to use a shoe with the heel end crushed down. I cooked, ate, packed up and the weather was good, fine and sunny. I got a good running start and rode the scooter up the embankment at good speed to make the climb, having no problem with the slickness of the incline. Only just before the hole in the hedge I realized that going through, I would be immediately on the highway pavement, and if traffic were coming, I might get splattered like a fly on a windscreen. I hesitated, let off the throttle, and the scooter fell over on the slope.
From there, with but a short assent, I could not get the rest of the way up. I would have to get it down and a do-over. But with my ankle, I could not stand the scooter up or turn it around. So I had to unload the whole thing, limping on the steep. I had to push, shove, jostle and slide the scooter down backwards and on its side. Limping quite badly I had to go up and down to get my gear and repack the whole thing. And again I had to have a good running start. I am sure I did a good deal of out-loud, cussing and cursing to exaggerate my frustration. The question was of timing. If I timed it wrong I could get smacked. There was no other way out. It was go or be stuck there. I could have put something on the road I suppose, but I figured they would just run it over, and certainly not understand what it meant.
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