Watch Out, I'll Getcha!

I ride a scooter to the train because I live in the middle of nowhere. It's also extremely fun and liberating, but that's another story. My neighborhood consists of mostly warehouses and steel and marble companies so it's not NYC's cutest neighborhood. It's very quiet though so I like it. So quiet, in fact, that it frightens a lot of people. 

And now onto my story. I was leaving my house on my scooter and quickly came up behind a lady riding her bicycle. We made a few of the same turns so I was behind her for a while. I wanted to pass her, but there was a problem. You see, she was going slower than I was, but just barely. If I passed her, our similar speeds would cause my passing to be long and uncomfortable. I would slowly overtake her as if to say, "Hey, I'm passing you...seeee ya later!" However, I didn't want to remain behind her either because I was on my noisy scooter and I'm sure she was beginning to question whether or not I was following her through the creepy neighborhood. I cut over to the sidewalk to add distance between us, but that proved to be no less awkward. 

I'm overanalyzing this, I told myself. I cut back out to the street, right behind her again, and we cruised through an intersection. This is when she looked back at me and the expression on her face told me not all was well...

She looked something like this

When she looked back at me she had a look of terror on her face. Her look told me, "Don't rob me, scooter guy!" Seriously, it scared me a little. All 0.8 seconds of our interaction were horrifying. I had to fix it, so I slammed the brake, swerved to the other sidewalk, took some big kicks past her and got the hell out of there. 

I wonder what was so scary. It must have been the scooter.