After weeks of not riding and grumbling over a some back it’s time to step back and appraise the view. Introspection isn’t always pleasant but does provide some clues for the journey ahead. I made a first entry in my journal in a month this morning. What was once a near daily event has faded, much like the frequent flying on the scooter.
A morning portrait at the Pump Station suggests something other than a happy camper. Or perhaps the chronic reminder that I have a spine is wearisome.
I gingerly pushed the Vespa on and off the center stand this morning in the driveway before making a final decision to ride into town. Still can’t make any long trips but it’s nice to ride a few miles. Remarkably, even that short distance managed to brighten a sullen riding spirit. I wonder why I’m so irritated at not being able to ride?
Another pleasant surprise was the quiet morning. A surprise because all the students have returned to Penn State. I guess their first Saturday night wore them all out.
Walking to Saint’s brings me past the shoe repair shop that keeps my riding boots alive. The soles are getting worn down again so I suspect I’ll be paying a visit soon. Don’t see many shoe repair places anymore.
Despite not seeing anyone on the street there was amble evidence of activity from the night before. The fragrance of stale beer floated on the morning air; broken bottles littered a section of the street.
At Saint’s Cafe, my friend Paul was showing off a new digital oscillioscope he built from a kit that will allow him the ability to test old electronic gear.
I think when I ride. About the road. About other things. Often it’s the other things that matter most. Riding on the Vespa keeps me open to new ideas. I’ve been a bit miserable not being able to be on the road. Wasn’t sure it would help to go for a short ride but turns out it’s just pretty much magic. Blue sky, fine view, scooter ready to take me where I want to go.
I’m just glad the destination isn’t Crazytown…