Not sure if there’s a point to this post. It was a beautiful day to ride, a small ride in the magical autumn light of long shadows and mild, fragrant air that lulls the spirit into a relaxed state before the jarring blow of cold weather. The light and shadows of late afternoon.
Perhaps I’m writing to remind myself of the warmer days. Or gird for the cold to come.
Paul Ruby and I had a simple goal — ride to Centre Hall, Pennsylvania to visit Valley Girl Sweets — a new bake house and coffee shop. Me on the Vespa scooter and he on his BMW motorcycle. The pairing works. Mostly because speed doesn’t seem to be a requirement for Mr. Ruby.
Riding in the long shadows of a late afternoon opens a variety of mental doors for me — notably the recognition of the frightening pace of the passing of time.
The warm air and dazzling light, combined with a slow, meandering ride, temporarily put a brake on the rush. Or at least mask the knowledge. Any long term solution to slow things down has escaped me. For now, I’ll just keep on riding.
I stopped to ask about a stretch of gravel before leading the shiny new BMW somewhere that might muck up the paint. Paul was unfazed and we moved along some winding gravel paths past cornfields and on into the woods.
The ride home took us past the Egg Hill Church. This fading, deconsecrated place often leaves me with the same creepy feeling I had after watching The Exorcist in the theater and then walking home in a dark, windy night. The place seems suited for a Stephen King novel.
There were enough miles left to wash away any supernatural misgivings and leave me with a quiet satisfaction so frequently familiar when riding the Vespa. Light and shadows on a warm autumn afternoon ride. Good medicine for whatever psychic, spiritual or emotional afflict a rider.
I’m ready for winter.
Looking at this picture from last March stirs no excitement or thrill. Perhaps I’m not ready yet for winter.
I hear the tax situation in Florida is pretty good for retirees…