The kinds of questions that are perfect mind puzzles on a long ride through a quiet countryside and if not interrupted can turn gloomy.
Paul and I paused only for a few moments along the road — all access to the park closed due to the shutdown of the federal government.
Executive summary — I’ll live to ride another day though admonished to take better care of diet and exercise lest other insidious metabolic tragedies rear their heads.
I want chocolate so bad right now while I’m typing that I can barely concentrate.
The front rack on the Vespa was handy to carry a sleeping bag and tent and I was pleased I remembered how to put the think up.
It was a fine campsite.
I understand the joke.
That’s a fine desire.
Two days and 440 miles of riding on backroads and byways at leisurely velocities. It’s the perfect formula for the Vespa and I. I think Paul was comfortable as well and appreciated the chance to embrace slow travel.
A week has passed and autumn is in full bloom. The desire to ride is strong and the roads are calling.
I wonder how many rides are left…