Long Shadows of Morning
Dazzling light and crisp mornings are a perfect way to start a ride. With the air temperature hovering in the low 40s (Fahrenheit), my friend Paul and I set out to find breakfast. Him on his 2016 BMW R1200 RT and me on the Vespa — an odd pairing only if you’re concerned with the optics or the BMW rider wants to greatly exceed the speed limit. I suspect there are other things that would suggest a problem.
We departed Boalsburg, Pennsylvania with a goal in mind — breakfast at the Spruce Creek Bakery in Spruce Creek, Pennsylvania. Downhill a dizzying 344 feet in elevation. I made a note to be on the lookout for altitude sickness on the way home. And for Marine One in case President Trump, like Jimmy Carter before him, decided to visit Spruce Creek to fish for trout.
It’s a serious ride.
Breakfast Stop in Spruce Creek
The Spruce Creek Bakery is an unassuming place. Aside from baked goods you’re presented with the choice of frittatas or a breakfast sandwich. Both delicious. The connection I felt to the place was undoubtably connected to the fact that the bakery supplies pastries to Saint’s Cafe in State College.
URGENT NOTICE: Saint’s Cafe — the brownies at the bakery are exceptional. You really, REALLY need to have them in the cafe. Please correct this oversight immediately.
Paul Ruby, Photographer
After breakfast Paul grabs his camera to make photographs in town. I’m restless and want to have a look at the countryside. I’ve seen it before but this way today. And as every good rider knows — each day is a new experience.
Confluence
All roads seem to wind along streams, creeks and rivers here. The world famous trout stream Spruce Creek dumps into the Juniata River here. The Pennsylvania Railroad mainline passes by to the right as it connects Philadelphia to Pittsburgh and beyond.
Eden Road and a Vespa
I wandered along the narrow roads and became a sightseer. A leaf peeper. A tourist of the first degree. Doesn’t always happen on a ride but it’s nice when it does.
Have I mentioned I ride a Vespa scooter?
Vespa on the Winding Roads
Timing is everything when you go off on your own while your riding partner is taking pictures. When Paul is in the photo space he can take some time. Because there’s no cell coverage and many routes available it would be easy to separate and be riding alone.
That wasn’t the case on this day. Paul was talking to drivers who stopped to suggest good vantage points for pictures. One offering a place on their property to witness the confluence of Spruce Creek and the Juniata. I don’t get these offers. Paul does all the time.
Must be the deoderant he uses.
Autumn Landscape
Eventually we departed Spruce Creek for home by yet another wandering route. The temperature warmed and the world looked great as we crested a hill and looked out over the valley. A perfect, pristine morning.
Too perfect for Mr. Ruby.
Outlaw Riders
As I was making photographs of the farm fields and landscape I could tell Paul was wound up. Couldn’t remember how much sugar he put in his coffee or if he was sneaking sips of Red Bull from his side case.
It didn’t take long until I heard the familiar words, “Hey, I have a picture.”
Paul had found too beer cans along the road and wanted me to photograph him throwing them into the air. He’s always throwing things — rocks, sticks, logs, helmets….
So I set up and into the air they go. As they leave his hands a pickup truck crests the rise and sees the littering event. The truck slows, turns toward us and rolls down the window. As I ready myself to yell “Gun,” the driver looks at me and says, “Hey!’
I knew him. We worked together for many years at Penn State and he was on his way to pick up a load of rye seed from his brother. I sold his son my father’s Ruger Blackhawk revolver. It’s a small world. He didn’t ask about the cans because he knew I was always doing weird stuff.
A farmer was cutting hay across the road and we figured he had witnessed the event. Paul didn’t want to now leave the beer cans along the road and had pushed them, dripping with beer, into the rear rack of his BMW. I suggested it may not be the best presentation should we be stopped by the police.
Reluctantly, Paul left the cans along the road, not wanting to have beer dripping inside his shiny new topcases.
Besides, motorcyclists have an outlaw reputation to uphold at times.
We’re outlaw riders.
RichardM says
Two beer cans. Beautiful photos. Not just the river (and Vespa) but the buildings in town.
Steve Williams says
Perhaps Paul and I can start the Two Beer Cans Riding Association. Certainly would provide a misleading title…
paul ruby says
I like to throw things in the photos because it breaks the tension. Well it breaks the tension in the mind and creates a new thing. It’s like someone walks up behind you and claps loudly startling you. For a moment the mind stops/freezes and thought is purged. What is left (for a moment) is the is-ness. And then the motorcycles and thoughts return. Another thing I should mention is that tossing beer cans in a photo can generate a Cartier Bresson decisive moment photo event. Where the energy peaks/converge at one precise moment.
Steve Williams says
What can I say Paul — you’re always trying to create the dramatic turn in life. Startle things into a new place. Engaging the raw power of “BAM!” I should gather up all those pictures in one place and see what I have…
Mike Davis says
For some reason the old Steve Martins “Born to be Wild” is playing in my head with the comparison of you and Paul being outlaws.
Steve Williams says
I’m not familiar with Steve Martin’s version. Only the one by Steppenwolf. I’ll have to run that down to see what sort of outlaw image we conjured for you.
Andy Heckathorne says
Leaf peepers…Ruby’s deodorant…You always doing weird stuff…
I laughed all the way thru this post. Good stuff.
Steve Williams says
It’s old age. Until now I was boring and predictable…
Tom Drake says
I’ve heard of “tossing back” a few cold ones, but….
Bad hombres for sure!
Steve Williams says
I always get my water at diners in a dirty glass. Living on the edge and all.
Dom Chang says
It’s not Paul Ruby’s deodorant Steve, it’s the mystique associated worldwide with BMW Motorcycle riders….
Steve Williams says
You’ve been drinking the Riepe Kool-Aid again haven’t you?
Robert says
Now you’ve gone and given me another must-go-and-eat-there place to visit!
Steve Williams says
It’s an unassuming little place. Right next to the bar that sells platters of french fries…
Robert says
Yea, we’ve had the fries. Talk about an artery clogger, but oh so tasty.
Steve Williams says
I’ve never had the fries. Only look. I choose my artery cloggers carefully now.
David Masse says
What good luck for you two outlaws that I live a safe distance away. Otherwise I’d be always wanting to tag along.
I feel that Paul has so much he could… well teach is the wrong word. More like I could learn so much by hanging around with the two of you. It’s like Paul Newman and Robert Redford in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Thick as thieves, as my mother used to say.
Please carry on without me.
Steve Williams says
I would hate for us to tarnish your reputation.
Paul is a font of information, technique and ingenuity. Sort of like MacGyver.
I report any unusual activity here. You can decide if you would want to tag along.
Steve Brooke says
Looks like this bakery is just down the road from the Naked Egg and as such I have passed by this brownie locationon several occasions … So many options and so little time … eh!
Steve Williams says
About 15 miles or so down the road from the Naked Egg. Pretty ride too. Lots of options.
Dave says
Gotta love that “outlaw” feeling. I’ve ridden into an “exit-only” a couple of times. ;o)j
Good times. Thanks for the post.
Steve Williams says
I’m not much of an outlaw. Get nervous breaching the exit-only stuff. There’s more of a Caspar Milquetoast than an outlaw. Manage to have some fun now and then though.