Thanks for the kind words about the photos. I just try to pay attention to what’s going on around me and point the camera.

Cool Beans is a nice place among many here. It’s a long way from Asbury Park! If you do head this way let me know.

Cool Beans looks cool in that deliciously low-key way, and somehow I’ll need to scoot there before terribly long (but obviously after my road test, since I’m still flying on my permit, and the place I’d normally take my road test is under reconstruction…until January. (Currently looking for the next-closest place to take the test.) I’m lucky to have a friendly breakfast/brunch place right across the street from me (Sunset Landing) in a particularly bucolic part of Asbury Park, which generally isn’t terribly lacking in bucolic parts. You might want to check it out if you’re ever up in these parts, especially once the bridge here is finished

Your near-catastrophe reminded me of why I’m paranoid about parking my Vespa on anything less than truly firm terra firma. Had a mishap with a dirt bike many years back to this effect…yes, engine running, too.

Thanks for the kind words about the post and pictures. I appreciate them.

The scooter in that field seemed sort of perfectly balanced to me — visually and in the “energy” of the place — whatever that is. Every so often one of the pictures just feels right.

I’ve had a dog for most of my life and don’t regret a minute of the time I’ve had with them. Have two snoring ones next to me as I type.

That’s just the end of the guide rail along the road. The telephoto lens compresses it to the point where it appears as part of the scooter.

Your pics are beautiful. I like 004 the best. As for Junior and Lily, I can’t imagine life without dogs.

YouTube has some videos of scooters launched that way. I don’t want to be one of them so I’m going to make a rule — get off the scooter? Turn it off first. I have an Anti-Gravity battery in my top case should the battery go dead so no need to be like a truck or bus idling all day long…

Like shooting fish in a barrel — you can’t make a bad picture this time of year.

Bite your tongue — no surgical work on Belgian ears — their ears naturally stick up or not at all. Junior has lazy ears which deprived him of a life as a gigolo and led him to our home.

Aging is an adventure so far but I can see where it will be a pain in the ass — literally.

No sidecars yet. Someday maybe, just not yet.

Yes, the narrow side of the stand was starting to sink into the soft soil. I’ve had it fall over a half dozen times in similar situations. Most of them with the engine running.

There’s that word again — URAL. What the heck is that??

Wednesday and Friday are the best days for me. I’ll send you a note in the morning when I have a look at my calendar and the project management system that will soon rule my life…