Are your weekends on your scooter or motorcycle a riding kaleidoscope?
Winding Roads
Some days, I swear I see better than others. Objects seem to leap out toward my eyes and landscapes become small cinematic experiences. It’s like a riding kaleidoscope where there’s a constant change of pattern, texture and form.
Or maybe it’s just my imagination.
Out early on Saturday morning in hopes of beating the heat seemed like a good plan but by 9am the temperature was already above eighty-degrees — hell for someone like me who thrives in the fifty to sixty-degree range.
Some riders would feel a thrill at the sight of a sign warning of winding roads ahead with the attendant leans and lines as they hurtle along. My Vespa and I are lollygaggers with little interest is speed. I just thought the sign looked neat. And to offer some hope to those in the midwest who live in grids.
Late Spring Lushness
The rain and sunshine have created a lush landscape of plants. The fragrance of flowers fill the air and the heat has driven me to my vented summer riding jacket. You can often tell from the photos when I stop to smell the roses — the helmet comes off meaning I want to look around.
The scenery changes mile by mile, around every bend almost. What a fine day to ride the scooter.
Which Way? Who Cares.
When I left home I didn’t have a destination. Wasn’t really sure if I wanted to ride or stay home and work in the garden or visit my granddaughter who I see far too infrequently. I find it a bit unsettling riding when I don’t know where I’m going, especially at intersections where I make a choice of left or right based on a feeling without a focus.
Where am I going?
What’s nice about riding the Vespa, or pretty much any two-wheeled machine, is the relative ease in making changes in course and direction. At this intersection I eventually turned around and decided to go the other way.
Gazing in the Water
There was a time when I would take my boots off and wade in the water. Now I just look, maybe make a photograph, and keep my distance from anything so juvenile as getting my feet wet. Still, it’s a lovely pastime to wander along a stream with a camera.
Wished I had seen a muskrat. Or an otter. What a wonderful view in my riding kaleidoscope.
Loving Those Rural Roads
The quiet loneliness of a rural road transited on a Vespa scooter rises to the level of near perfection for me. Ride at my own pace, stop when I want, go when I want, go where I want. These empty places are the stuff of dreams and memory that I’ll one day be replaying.
I do love these rural roads.
A Stop for Lunch
Pausing for a few bites of a sandwich and to rehydrate before moving on to a discovered destination just outside of Bellefonte, Pennsylvania — Nature’s Cover where I would order two truckloads of stone for our garden.
I’ve become adept at sitting and emptying my mind of thoughts (without falling asleep) and just absorbing the worlf around me. I scribbled no notes. Just stared off in the distance until a conversation behind me broke the spell.
Chattering Chorus
Three mallard ducks began to talk to me, no doubt interested in an arrangement which would include me sharing part of my lunch with them. Don’t feed the ducks. I learned that a long time ago.
A no nothing ride. Nothing special or unique. But an eclectic riding kaleidoscope of scenes that are now firmly stored in my gourd.
Ah, the Vespa…
Brent says
Well put Steve. My sentiments exactly. Brent
Steve Williams says
It seemed obvious to me while I was writing anyway. Not always while I”m riding.
Bill Leuthold says
“Some riders would feel a thrill at the sight of a sign warning of winding roads ahead with the attendant leans and lines as they hurtle along. ”
That would be me. Not a warning but an invitation to enjoy some cornering.
In spite of having completely different riding styles, I hope to visit your part of the world one day and accompany you on one of your rides. They look like fun.
Steve Williams says
I would probably drive you nuts Bill. You would be mumbling to yourself, “Again? He’s stopping again? We haven’t gone two miles in the last 40 minutes. WTF??” I generally restrain myself though when riding with others so you still might have a good time.
There definitely are some fine places to ride if you stay off the beaten paths that everyone uses for “transportation”.
Paul Ruby says
I like the ducks hiding in the grass and the cool underwater moss floating. I want to jump face first into it and bite into it. If only there were croutons.
Steve Williams says
I think there were croutons.
Tball says
T junctions are a test. And testament.
My goal on most wander rides is a loop.
Steve Williams says
Finding loops is a gift. Never need to pass the same pavement twice on a ride. Wish I could find time to make bigger loops!
RichardM says
Weekends?
Steve Williams says
Oh yeah — I was in the moment while writing and wasn’t thinking. I’ll fix that. Thanks, you’re becoming a contributing editor like Dom.
Steel says
“…rural road rises to the level of near perfection…”
You’re singing my song, Steve. I too am a “lollygagger”.
I ride a KLR650, and I would probably enjoy a 250cc more, except for the fact that just to get to rural areas, I have travel on interstates and high speed thoroughfares.
But I am not complaining, I am just grateful to have the countryside within riding distance .
Great post.
Steve Williams says
I love the KLR and have done some lollygagging with them. One tall machine but gee, it will go anywhere.
The scooter will handle the interstate almost as well as the KLR. Unless you’re going faster than 70 -75mph.
Rachel says
Awesome photos, was such a beautiful weekend! Thanks for the share.
Steve Williams says
Thanks for the kind words.
Len says
Hi Steve,
Nice day you’ve had here:)
“especially at intersections where I make a choice of left or right based on a feeling without a focus”
This is living in the moment.
Enjoy,relax and take it in…..Vespa
Regards
Len
Steve Williams says
It was a fine day. And always better viewed from the seat of a Vespa!