Lost in Thought
The past couple weeks I’ve had a lot on my mind — everything from retirement to installing a freeze-proof faucet on the back deck. When my head gets full of ideas and wants to ruminate I’ve learned to sit back and let it happen. Resistance is futile.
My friend Paul made this picture while we were waiting for breakfast at a little cafe in Millheim, Pennsylvania. We were on a little photography adventure sans scooter or motorcycle. The forecast called for rain and nastiness. I remember thinking while sitting there that it was a pretty nice morning and I should be on the Vespa.
I’ve ridden some over the past two weeks but just haven’t felt like posting anything. Sometimes a ride sharpens awareness and focus that writing a blog post is simple. They almost write themselves. Other times, like now, there are no ideas. My fingers are making a forced march upon the keyboard in a stream of consciousness effort to post something before going to work. Call it an exercise in willpower and hope. Hope that I can leave the mental wrestling behind.
Made this portrait of my trusty Vespa GTS 250ie (vintage 2006) on a foggy morning along PA26. Not enough fog to create any interesting imagery. I remember feeling disappointed because I could see…
The Vespa isn’t a great performer on rough and rutted roads. The little tires jolt and jostle as they plunge into the depths. Unless it’s my aging body demonstrating the decline in shock absorbing tissue in my joints I’ve been thinking that I may need need shocks on the scooter.
Staying on the pavement provides a fluid, flying and smooth ride. Not sure why I keep heading down trails intended for something other than a Vespa. My desire to explore is strong but at times brings my choice of machine into question.
Maybe I just need different tires. And shocks.
Trees. I’m always attracted to them. Especially ones standing alone. I suspect the same attraction applies to the Vespa situated by itself in so many photographs I make. Perhaps a reflection of my own tendency to want to be alone.
This past weekend I wandered through a dizzying crowd of people and machines at a Harley event. It’s no place for thinking or reflecting. Or even being yourself. I imagined for a moment I was at a casting call for Sons of Anarchy.
One of the things I like best about the motorcycle and scooter riding communities is how diverse they are. I like to think at some basic level though we’re all brothers and sisters on our respective rides…
A frequent question both on and off the Vespa. And one that I don’t often find a satisfying answer. For the past couple weeks I’ve been thinking about where I’m going. It’s not a good place to linger. Perhaps with this post I can move on to other things.
Maybe it’s time to ride to work…