The Vespa’s exhaust is louder than normal. The low hum through the earplugs has a sharper note with a noticeable rapping. The sound of a failing exhaust unit gasket. Hot gases escaping before they should and threatening damage to the scooter. It’s all getting in the way of the quiet of the road.
Riding, especially alone, is a perfect prescription for someone seeking solitude and space to think. Even if it is about mundane concerns like exhaust noise. A few days ago the morning offered the familiar fog that comes with melting snow — a fine backdrop for my simple rides of late. Standing in a field, looking at the scooter, peering at the horizon veiled in mist with my thoughts.
That’s why I ride. That’s how I meditate. In the quiet of the road.Continue Reading