Comments on: Vespa Medicine

By: Steve Williams

Steve Williams — Sat, 08 Oct 2016 02:09:03 +0000

Chores and errands are largely enjoyable if I can ride. I’m trying to think of something that’s still a drag but I can’t at the moment.

Rain tomorrow. Ride still makes sense.

By: BWB (amateriat)

BWB (amateriat) — Wed, 05 Oct 2016 08:26:35 +0000

Show me that I’m everywhere/And get me home for tea.

Ah, a Vespa parked at a Wegmans – just like Melody, I’m not surprised yours is the only one parked in that lot. If I had five bucks for every time someone came up to me to talk about the bike as I was packing bags of groceries in the pet carrier, I’d already have the crash bars and flyscreen I’m trying to save up for. 😉

As I’ve said before, I can’t think of a single chore or errand that hasn’t been made less onerous when it’s involved hopping on Melody to “git ‘er done.” The Vespa almost seems to dare you not to lighten up just a bit, whatever bit of a momentary funk you might find yourself in. It’s not the cure for everything, but it seems to cover a lot of ground, literally and figuratively.

By: Steve Williams

Steve Williams — Wed, 05 Oct 2016 01:40:05 +0000

In reply to David Masse.

I can stand the suit. It’s the shoes that kill me. Still, I understand the psychic damage. For a long time my job requirements were no dress code, no regular hours. The Vespa is a proper antidote to that stuff gone wrong.

Right now, I feel as if i’m falling in love all over again with the Vespa. Your comments remind me why.

By: Steve Williams

Steve Williams — Wed, 05 Oct 2016 01:37:31 +0000

In reply to Mike.

Unless you’re staying away until next June I’ll still have my nose to the wheel when you get back. May take a little adventure though..

Have fun in Singapore and Sumatra. Sounds pretty exotic from where I sit…

By: charlie6

charlie6 — Tue, 04 Oct 2016 14:25:50 +0000

Steve, you wrote: Walking from the parking garage to the 30th floor meeting in a glass tower carrying my helmet earned me some quizzical stares. — those weren’t quizzical, they were stares of jealousy and envy.

Riding used to calm the beast within me, nowadays, not so much.

By: Jim Zeiser

Jim Zeiser — Tue, 04 Oct 2016 13:14:36 +0000

” I love riding in the mist, navigating under a murky sky in a thin drizzle.”

I did this on Saturday for a hundred and fifty miles on a Honda Rebel with windscreen. I was achy from the chill and needed several minutes to loosen up. My favorite riding is in hot, humid weather where the wind adds cooling and the sun brightens the scenery. At my age cold makes me sore, heat loosens up my joints.
Everyone is different.

By: John

John — Tue, 04 Oct 2016 13:12:18 +0000

Steve, another fab post! You may have touched on this many times in the past,but for those of us out of that loop,could you explain what you do at Penn.
Thanks.

By: Brent Gudgeon

Brent Gudgeon — Tue, 04 Oct 2016 12:26:52 +0000

Great post Steve. I see myself in you and where you are in life. Keep riding… you give me inspiration.

By: Roberta

Roberta — Tue, 04 Oct 2016 12:03:05 +0000

Hi! A new rider here. Got my Vespa two months ago. Your blog sums up the reasons I ride so well! Thanks for sharing your thoughts .

By: David Masse

David Masse — Tue, 04 Oct 2016 10:44:26 +0000

I had a meeting downtown yesterday. I had to wear a suit and tie which is now unfamiliar territory for me.

I chose the Vespa over the car. Siri promised a 30 minute trip, provided I stuck to expressways. I emptied the topcase and that is where the suit jacket rode and where I stashed my riding jacket on arrival.

Walking from the parking garage to the 30th floor meeting in a glass tower carrying my helmet earned me some quizzical stares.

Riding was very therapeutic and erased any psychic damage the suit may have caused. Worth every head-scratching look I got along the way.