It’s been one year since I had a heart attack. The road since has been a scenic tour of the countless expressions of life racing by minute by minute and a vast collection of moments that make a life. Riding home last night from the Moto Hang I had to stop to make one more photography of my Vespa scooter against the background of a painted sky just after the sun went down.
I’ve wondered more than a few times during the past year why I keep photographing the scooter. For a long time I told myself I needed the pictures for my blog. But I know now there’s something else at work. Perhaps the scooter is me, standing in the world and acknowledging time and place, creating reminders of where I’ve been and where I’m going.
There’s some karma and coincidence in play. A year since a heart attack, a full moon approaching overhead, and here I am writing the 1000th post on Scooter in the Sticks.
There’s no way to know what tomorrow will bring but for the past year I’ve looked forward to each day, each ride, each gift that comes my way. Riding a Vespa through the countryside brings everything into focus and leaves me breathless for the next mile.
It’s been quite a party…