Hop on board and scoot, rattle 'n' roll

JULES Winnfield, Samuel L Jackson's trigger-happy character in Pulp Fiction, says: "The path of the e-scooter rider is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of terrible road users."

All right, not really. (He was talking about "the righteous man"). But that's pretty much what life is on an e-scooter, or as the government calls it, a "Personal Mobility Device" (PMD). It's scary when cars refuse to stop at crossings, or worse, when other PMD-ers zoom past on their overpowered contraptions along narrow pavements, ah beng tetnomusic attacking your eardrums miles after they've gone.

Let's back up a bit. Ever since buying my way into green motoring, there has been no shortage of questions, glances and attention aimed my way whenever I'm riding my (very legal, I checked) e-scooter. The most common questions are its range (25 kilometres max); do I need to charge it every day (yes); is it fast (yes); what happens when it rains (get soaked).