Perfect Saturday
Clear skies, open road, Vespa. The perfect Saturday morning. Almost. One element is missing — time. Looking down the road I see nothing but possibilities. A quick look at my to-do list and I grudgingly accept this ride will be short.
Regardless, even a short ride is good. Allows me to set the tone for the weekend in a relaxed manner. As long as I don’t resent not being able to follow the road over the horizon.
Perfect Carrier
The Vespa can handle a lot of cargo. Under the seat, hanging from the purse hook, in the topcase, on the front rack or strapped on the seat. If a rider is inclined you can do things most people would consider a little crazy.
At least it seems that way to me.
I’m a creature of habit. Summer time means watermelon. Lots of it. And breathing means bread. Preferably a crusty variety. And whatever I get I always gnaw on it before it arrives home.
That’s what a perfect Saturday ride looked like this time.
For me Steve, the perfect “Saturday” ride, is a ride on any day, in any weather, hot or cold, rain or shine, going anywhere near or far, for a short or a long ride. Every ride I take is a perfect ride.
As has been said,
“The past is history,
the future’s a mystery,
today is a gift,
that’s why they call it
the present!”
Kitty, you’ve nailed it. That’s how it is for me. But as you know that’s not the case for everyone. We each bring our own unique requirements to the game.
I really enjoy the contrast between your grand pictures and writing verses the scooter which is amongst the smallest bikes on the road.
I believe the willingness of the rider and the ability of the machine to haul things is what separates motorcyclists from weekend warriors. You and I are two very different people but I posted something similar just this morning. http://thegreasyshoprag.blogspot.com/2016/06/zoinks.html
We’re only different by the machines we ride. The rest, well, there’s some common ground. Like your rack on the back of the Sporty in your latest blog post. I did have to chuckle when I saw it — god help anyone who runs into it. That looks sharp!
Ah…grocery runs, especially including bread, the best! For me, walking into the market and finding my timing was perfect for getting handed, say, a fresh-from-the-oven Tuscan loaf is near-heavenly, fighting the temptation to unwrap and pinch a bit to bite into…there’s a reason photographs of people riding their bicycles home with a fresh baguette in their basket is all but de rigeur.
And, even though my Vespa came sans racks or top-case, I still marvel how much I can easily carry, between the “pet carrier” and legshield loop/hook. Definitely puts the fun in function.
Sitting here eating my shredded wheat and blueberries and reading your Tuscan bread description has sort of wrecked the cereal…
As far as carrying stuff on the Vespa — a Google search of scooters in Asia will show some incredible carrying examples.
Oh, heck, I’ve seen the photos, and video to boot. “Industrious” doesn’t begin to describe. 🙂
Makes our Vespa toils and troubles seem insignificant.