Many mornings of late start with just wandering through the countryside near home. More to help brain and body greet the day than any sort of riding adventure. There’s a slow, reflective state that I can enter as the scooter quietly rolls along, and I just soak in the view.
I should confess a typical scheme to these rides, one captured in a statement by Harry Potter author J.K. Rowling:
And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss. –J.K. Rowling
If I could never take a long ride again and was limited only to a meandering ride to a cafe to sit with my notebook and watch the world, I would be happy. There’s a satisfaction to writing that’s difficult to explain. In part it’s the solitary relationship with imagination and the departure from reality that’s possible. I think that’s part of what Rowling refers to as bliss.
Perhaps not. But sans bacon and only on occasion, I tell myself that it’s not the worst thing I can eat. This breakfast was the first I had ever eaten at the Earlystown Diner near Centre Hall, Pennsylvania. Simple. Delicious.
While not technically a cafe, I was still able to sit and write in my notebook. Ideas, thoughts, feelings, concerns, lies, truth, more. You never know where the pen will take you.
Being retired, I take advantage of opportunities to visit more eating establishments and watering holes than I should. After breakfast I rode another few miles down the road for a cup of tea. And more writing. While sitting at the Pump Station Cafe my friend Paul rode in on his shiny new 2017 BMW R1200 RT motorcycle.
On a sunny autumn morning you can still sit outside. I suppose by now we’re both regulars at the Pump Station. As my hair gets longer and I don’t shave as often I may soon approach character status. Not sure how I feel about that. I tend to prefer being invisible. Except when I’m riding.
Regardless, I’m certain I’ll continue wandering to cafes with my notebook in hand. Even if I don’t always write.