Comments on: Hectic Week — The Vespa Prescription

By: Dave

Dave — Thu, 13 Jun 2013 00:59:08 +0000

Another nice post…and photo. As a relatively new rider, I’ve only begun riding into the evening. I have to say, my favorite time is at dusk, when I can still see the landscape, but see the lights of my instrument panel shining at me, in a visual blend of nature and machine. The world does indeed look different from a scooter.

By: Deb

Deb — Wed, 05 Jun 2013 13:41:07 +0000

You are living in my head! LOL

Imagine if we scooterists woke up one day and all the cars were gone.

What a true joy that would be!

P.S. I like night riding too. Late night, after 10pm, when most of the cars are home tucked in their garages...

By: bob skoot

bob skoot — Tue, 04 Jun 2013 19:21:24 +0000

Steve:

Your photos are magical. You could go to the same spot every day and they would all look different

bob
Riding the Wet Coast

By: Mr. Brilliant

Mr. Brilliant — Sat, 01 Jun 2013 16:14:23 +0000

With the combination of words and images, I, again, am riding along with you.

Regarding repetitiveness: Charles Schulz (Peanuts) said his job was to tell readers the same thing every day, differently.

No need to stop beating the drum.

By: David Masse

David Masse — Sat, 01 Jun 2013 13:32:00 +0000

Steve, with much respect, I disagree. Artists, true artists, may repeat, and most do, but the repetition never fails to find a fresh and satisfying expression. Like the hundreds or thousands of hammer blows that coax a dull sheet of copper into becoming refined and desirable artwork. The theme you beat is a drum and that is why many follow. You express life not death.

See? You're wrong,

By: RichardM

RichardM — Sat, 01 Jun 2013 06:13:18 +0000

In reply to Scootard. Maxwell Smart did drive a Tiger on the beginning of the show...

By: Scootard

Scootard — Sat, 01 Jun 2013 00:40:20 +0000

The Alpine may have been good enough for Maxwell Smart, but I would prefer the Alpine Tiger. Something about the throaty growl of the 231c.i. Olds V-8. The softness of the night, coupled with the assault of smells one passes through is heady stuff indeed.