This will be a short post. It’s premise and conclusions obvious to many who already ride a scooter or motorcycle. To others, and perhaps most of those men and women who are thinking about riding, the idea that riding has any sort of powers or rewards beyond transportation or recreation may not even register in their thinking.
I don’t want to preach. I’ve long ago understood that what I believe, the actions and approaches that work for me, may be utterly useless for others. We each walk (or ride) our own path and come to understand and embrace what we will regardless of what others accept or reject.
My own experiences riding the Vespa scooter, and with most motorcycles I’ve had the opportunity to ride, have demonstrated their power to soothe the savage beast within — the terrible noise and drama that can play out between my ears and twist the body in terrible ways.
My Kingdom for a Horse
Had Shakespeare written Richard III today, surely the words would have been, “A Vespa! A Vespa! My kingdom for a Vespa!”, realizing the madness and rage quelled only by a ride.
I exaggerate. A little.
The desire to ride was strong. The need to ride even greater. A quick exit from the Nittany Valley over Tussey Mountain and into the forest along dusty gravel roads that draw like ribbons through the forest. No cars, no cell coverage, no sound except for the Vespa and my slowly calming thoughts.
Ride 25 Miles and Call Me in the Morning
Just what the doctor ordered — a short ride in the warm spring air. Stopping to make the photograph I can barely remember my troubles. I almost don’t know who I am. If there’s freedom on the road, this must be what they’re talking about. Standing in the middle of the road I can almost feel myself getting lighter. Younger.
Now, days later, the weight of life has returned. Nothing dramatic or terrible in the grand scheme of things, but noisy nonetheless. There’s always some little thing chewing, nagging, asking for attention. My local Vespa dealer is moving 40 minutes away. Someone told me they’re dropping the Vespa line. Has me wondering about the future of my scooter and if I’m ready to take care of maintenance and repair myself. And on the heals of those thoughts come the pondering of a replacement ride from one of the two remaining local dealers.
Probably none of it is true.
The moral of this post? Ride more and you’ll end up worrying less.
I need to get on the road…