The ride is not always the end in itself. Sometimes it’s an excuse for something else. For me, that excuse is a desire to see the world.
After a day at work, or in some situation where I’m cut off from “the world”, I feel the pull to get out and away and experience the thrum and sound of the places and people who I share this space. The Vespa scooter as it winds it’s way along roads and through towns, the places it delivers me to drink tea and watch the people around me, it is the perfect tool to serve up a dose of the world.
The rain moved out of the valley by the end of the day and the long light as the sun neared the horizon painted a dazzling portrait. Riding the scooter along the rural roads near home entertained the senses — the sweet smells of flowers and grass, the sound of birds lost in twitterpation at the end of a day, and the mesmerizing scenes that unfold mile after mile.Continue Reading