I often find myself at the end of the road when riding the Vespa. Continuing on isn’t possible or desirable. A change in direction is necessary for the journey to continue. It’s uncommon to arrive at the end of the road and think of it as a happy ending. Remembering miles and miles of gravel strewn dirt forest roads only to come to an impassible gate is something other than a happy ending. But that doesn’t happen often.
On a recent, meandering ride to work on a foggy morning I came to a place where I didn’t want to push on through the tall, wet grass replete with ticks and ground hog holes. Besides, it was time to get to work where I was nearing another end of the road.Continue Reading