I drive a scooter. Almost every day for the last two years - unless its below 22 degrees, icey, or a downpour - I'm riding on two wheels. For the first 3 months I loved it. Loved parking on sidewalks, paying $5 to fill up my tank, scooting past traffic jams. You can cheat a lot of road rules on a scooter. But after two winters & two wipe outs, the love has faded fast. I now see a different side to my scooter rides. No trunk, gearing-up, helmet head, exposure to the elements, no Interstates - all of these things had just about gotten on my last nerve. And then my muffler fell off.

While driving down Memorial Drive on my way home, it just happened. I heard my scooter sputter followed by a metal ‘clink'. Looking in my rear view mirror I saw a long metal piece of my scooter bouncing down the road behind me. I stopped, picked up the muffler, bungied it to the back of my scooter, and continued my trip home…but with a little unexpected kick.

My scooter engine was now loud, commanded attention, and went about 4 mph faster. Perfection. I don't know why they didn't just design it that way in the first place.

I have yet to reattach the muffler.

There is joy sometimes in the chaos. Instead of trying to avoid it or control it – embracing the madness usually results in creative energy in the midst of it. The best ideas are rarely a by-product of a + b = c. Creativity needs a little unpredictability to fuel its fire.

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