I think we’re fortunate to be able to ride in places that still have history. So many places have been developed beyond the point where any history exists anymore. Just an endless landscape of commercial development that looks the same everywhere…

Steve,
I’ve never been so proud! Mentioning often to my riding friends that the roads we ride would be fun most anywhere but to me, rolling through these busy Ag areas makes them all the better. My experience, my people and their histories together make it rich.

You said it better than I.

I’ve come to not lean too hard on rural curves that I can’t see through. Too often sand, pebbles, liquid manure, ice or some other hazard made things exciting. Causes the heart to race when you’re trying to stop before the trees!

Shifting pebbles are bad. One of the things I liked about the Piaggio MP3 was that it handled them easily. Those two wheels in front made for stable riding even when sliding.

Same around here. I just don’t understand why so many riders stay on the main roads which are far more heavily trafficked and flows faster and requires more attention. I know many who find it frustrating to go slow and wander. They want to go fast, carve turns, perform and race. Or something. Different strokes and all…

Farmer riders. That’s what we are.

I love those smells too. Autumn has a wide range.

Maneuvering on gravel can be a challenge. Especially with something heavy or if you can’t easily flat foot the machine to provide solid support. I’ve seen some riders tip toeing their bikes and having their feet slip causing momentary excitement. A 250 dirt bike would be a nice addition if you have the roads close. But a lot of people have to ride 90 or 100 miles to find them. A 250 can do it but not if you want to rush on the expressway.

Maybe you need another scooter…

I’ll get the emails to you guys.

Those rutted, loose gravel roads will cause many pavement riders some anxiety. Especially when they’re riding something big. I like those challenges but I wouldn’t want to do it as a group. Like riding at my own pace.