Thanks for the good wishes Richard. The same back at you.

I’m beginning to think content isn’t the issue but rather my approach to it. I’ve been trying to mold it into something bigger than it is. I’m going to retreat to simpler posts.

The tree hauling didn’t become a tradition because we didn’t put up a tree every year. But the ride has been. The real tradition at Christmas is eating too much sugar!

Best wishes to you and the family for a great new year!

Good to hear from you Rusty. I hope you and the family are having a fine holiday as well. Everyone, I think, is looking forward to a healthier 2022. My fingers are crossed that it does come to be.

Happy New Year!

I thought the Christmas tradition was the Christmas tree on the Vespa. Or did that happen only a couple of times…

It’s nice to see your name pop up Coop. Maybe you’re right and I should just concentrate on simplifying things. At least some of the time. Thanks for the advice.

All the best in the new year!

I hope you and your family find the New Year an exciting adventure. One that’s more hopeful than the year that’s behind us.

There are a lot of good memories at Saint’s Cafe. I’m glad I documented some of them on Scooter in the Sticks. It will be nice to revisit the place from time to time.

You already have some cold nights. We’ve mostly avoided that so far. Anything above 20F and dry will be fine with me. At least I think so. Time will tell. If I’m not riding and blogging perhaps I’ll finish that scooter riding book I’ve been working on.

Thank you for the kind words Dave. I appreciate them.

There are other establishments I could warm up to but the pandemic will keep me on the outside looking in for quite some time I fear. If I weren’t sporting a drug-suppressed immune system I might be willing to take more risks out in the world. For now, my risks will be confined to the road. I’ll miss warming up in a cafe though with a hot cup of tea.

I hope you find the New Year happy and healthy.

There’s come to be a love/hate relationship in writing essays to post on Scooter in the Sticks. I love when they come to fruition. And I hate when I don’t seem able to conjure the words. I have plenty of material but something between my ears has shorted out. Whatever juice I had seems to have run out. Now I have to turn the page and see what’s next.

Like you, retirement has changed things. I’m still sorting it out after four years. I’m glad your wife is able to motivate you when needed!

Best wishes for a great New Year!

I saw the land yacht parked all alone along Allen Street not long ago. Even the red Honda scooter was absent. It was cold and I thought you are going hardcore with cold-weather riding. But rain makes it much more of a hassle, especially with a big machine.

Let’s keep our fingers crossed for the kind of weather that mature, aging riders hope for in winter.