I've always been an adaptable person. I love tech and new gadgets. I dig the idea of sustainable design and the future of clean, efficient transportation. I would ride the hell out of that thing, because I have a need to ride anything on two wheels if given the opportunity. Put two wheels and handlebars on a mini fusion reactor and I'm first in line.
At 40 plus though, after being around scoots for all of these years, the inevitable decline of the internal combustion gasoline engine is a little sad and I already feel nostalgic. The feel of steel, the smell of gas, grease and oil, the sound of burning petrol, the look of shiny spokes and flat black rubber: these are what a motorcycle IS. At least to me.
I would ride it because I would feel compelled to. But it's soulless. A dead thing.
Incidentally, this bike uses a lithium ion battery. They're prone to overheating and catching fire. This usually happens when they're charged too fast (might want to skip that 2 hour charge time), causing dendrites to grow, short circuiting the battery.
If I'm going to go up in flames, I'd prefer it were in a good old gasoline fire!