The case of the evil moto... or the paranoid Amanda?

So, I think my paranoia is bringing me down. Either that, or my scooter is possesed with an evil spirit. After I fell on Saturday, I was extremely paranoid and careful while driving yesterday (Sunday). I really took grandma-style driving to the extreme. I was SO nervous about falling... that I ended up falling three times. The first two times happened during the day, and they weren't bad. Neither the scooter nor I were hurt. But last night as Anna and I were coming home from getting ice cream, I fell for a third time on the same steep hill on the same sandy/rocky dirt road leading to the meditation center. That time, it was dark and I couldn't see anything, and when I fell, the scooter fell on top of me and I couldn't get up. It was a little scary. All the gas from the scooter came pouring out on top of me, and I first I thought it was blood! I managed to kick the scooter off of me, and Anna came rushing back down the hill to help me (she is used to me falling by now). So, today I am very sore and definitely a little scraped and bruised. I am not going to drive at all today, but I do want to try again tomorrow. I could just stop driving completely, or go back and get a version of Anna's scooter, which has much bigger wheels and is easier to handle in the sand. But if I did that, I will feel like my scooter defeated me. And I am not going to let the stupid scooter defeat me, goddamn it!