There's food for thought in all this. And money to be made.
I just might form a gang of us oldies and get the gang to clog up the town's roads with regular mass mobility scooter rallies.
Between us, we have more drugs and prosthetics than you can shake a stick at.
One problem might be that we have a shortage of oldies with tramp stamps (tattoos) but I am told you can buy temporary skin transfers.
However - I can imagine the public scattering for cover when they hear the combination if the vibrant hum of the knobbly tyres and the whine of the electric motors getting steadily louder. It will be the menacing sound of hundreds of mobility scooters as we bear down on the town, sounding for all the World, like a swarm of killer bees.