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The Gift of Riding

December 9, 2024 by Scooter in the Sticks 16 Comments

Two Honda Trail 125 motorcycles parked on a gravel lot by an old one-room school.
Paul Ruby and I at the start of a ride to breakfast.

Realizations of the Obvious

I can get lost inside myself. Preoccupied with meaningless or sometimes even harmful or pointless preoccupations that cut me off from the living world. From friends and family. From the things that give meaning to life.

Like going for a ride to breakfast with my friend Paul.

There are reminders everywhere of the certainty that it will all end. When I notice them life becomes suddenly richer. The quality of light in the morning. The look and feel of the Honda Trail bike I’m riding. The cool air on my face.

But how easily I forget.

View past an old church towards open fields of a farm.
Pausing to think about what I am seeing. A gift of riding?

The View

Standing in the gravel parking lot of the old church and looking out over the farm fields and mountain I thought about something I recently read by Alice James, diarist and sister of novelist Henry James:

“I lay in a meadow until the unwrinkled serenity entered in my bones, and made me one with the still greenery, the drifting clouds.”

On the best day, this is what riding feels like to me. Serenity entering my bones. But too often I don’t notice it. Or worse, take it for granted and fail to look around and praise the world for its radiance.

Two Honda Trail 125 motorcycles parked at a cemetery.
Passing through the Centre Hall Reformed and Lutheran Cemetery.

Cemeteries

I was following Paul on this ride and he never fails to find some obscure shortcut through a neighborhood. A narrow alley, a dirt track, or on this ride cutting through a cemetery.

It’s hard not to see the finality of the ride we’re all on when looking at gravestones. As Paul wandered with his camera I looked at the patterns of life and death etched in stones. Families living and dying from one generation to the next. The cycle of living and all its patterns repeated over and over again. Stones from the 1700s until today.

I think important things lose meaning as they become part of a rote repetition in daily life. Riding seems to break the spell so I don’t lose track of what’s important. Because if I do lose track life seems dark and full of despair.

I work hard to not lose track of what’s important.

Rural agricultural landscape in dazzling autumn light.
A view of the world I live in.

Riding to Lighten the Spirit

Dazzling sunlight in open spaces is like plugging into a rapid charger for me. Stopping during a ride to take a picture has curative effects at times, especially when something is bothering me. It provides an opportunity to abandon whatever deluded self I may be embracing and look outward into the world. The focus required to remain safe on the road strips away the noise and I can appreciate not only the simple beauty around me, but grow aware of the emotional and spiritual weight I’ve been dragging along.

I can weigh 500 pounds when I leave home and a few miles later I’m a trim 210! GRIN

Riding becomes a study in relaxation and solitude. But also of adventure and connection to something outside myself. Like a ride with a friend. Or sharing conversation at breakfast.

And my stomach is crying out in the morning. Like it is now while I write these words.

Two motorcycles parked in Millheim, PA
Transition from road to food.

The Meandering Mallard Experience

There’s always a parking space in front of the Mallard. Seems weird. Luck? Chance? Perfect timing? Whatever it is Paul and I always seem to get the good parking space in front of the cafe. The little Honda Trail 125s do a fine job on the meandering 25 mile route to Millheim. With enough time and patience I could easily cross the continent on this little beast.

Man having breakfast at the Meandering Mallard cafe.
Food and cameras.

Show and Tell

Paul is a big believer in show and tell. He always has some new toy, device, camera, or book to show when we stop for breakfast. On this morning it was a Nikon camera with a broken battery door he was puzzling over how to fix before peddling on eBay.

I was focused on quieting my growling stomach.

The Meandering Mallard Cafe.
Quiet and solitude courtesy of the Meandering Mallard Cafe.

Finding Places of Solitude

The Meandering Mallard Coffeehouse is one of those places that is never loud or overbearing. Even when full of people. There were many cold winter rides where I sat by a fire in the fireplace with a hot tea and my journal just letting go of everything so I could live in that moment.

Emily Dickinson wrote:

“That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”

I wish I could have embraced the wisdom in such a simple statement much earlier in life.

Two Honda Trail 125 motorcycles parked along the street in Millheim, Pennsylvania.
A pair of Honda Trail 125s.

Onward

The next stop was an Amish harness shop five miles away. Paul had some leather repair business to conduct and I was along for the ride. Meals and errands seem to make up much of the impetus (excuse) to ride these days. But that’s fine with me.

The Honda Trail 125 motorcycles are a marvelous machine. Attached to the appropriate state of mind and riding landscape they will carry a person along on incredibly satisfying adventures. The little motorcycle is slow compared to almost any other motorcycle. Yet it is so much fun to ride that everything else in the garage can seem, well, kind of boring. I’m still trying to figure out what’s going on there.

A Honda Trail 125 motorcycle parked along a rural road.
Exploring and pausing to look and listen.

Out in the World

This autumn ride had something in common. An undertone of melancholy that seems to be connected to the recognition that there is an ongoing cycle in life and somethings come to an end. And not just the leaves on the trees.

The idea that life seems to be a continuous pattern of getting committed to things and having to let go—falling in love and losing the one we love, developing a job skill and having to change careers, caring for our children and letting them go off into the world. That is the rhythm of life.

And riding helps me make peace with it all.

Man standing next to two Honda Trail 125 motorcycles.
Paul Ruby posing for a historical documentation of our ride.

Fisher’s Shoe and Saddle Shop

I’ve made this same picture many times. The only difference is the machines have changed. And Paul is getting older. Both of us frequent this store for many reasons. They made a leather covering for the dash of his Alfa Romeo. I bought a new pair of winter boots. It’s odd to see a place illuminated by kerosene lamps and with solar panels producing electricity for their credit card authorizations.

It was a good ride. We wandered home along back roads. And as I sit here finishing this post about the gift of riding I think about a quote from American writer and naturalist Henry Beston:

“Touch the earth, love the earth, honor the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.

Since I started riding years ago I’ve changed. Physically for sure. Emotionally probably. But spiritually for sure. I recognize the world around me for its beauty and transformational power.

When I ride my spirit rests.

And that is the gift of riding.

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Comments

  1. Andy Heckathorne says

    December 9, 2024 at 3:22 pm

    “The idea that life seems to be a continuous pattern of getting committed to things and having to let go.” You said it perfectly, Steve.

    Reply
    • Scooter in the Sticks says

      December 11, 2024 at 10:23 am

      It sounds so simple and logical. In practice it is pretty tough.

      Reply
  2. Jim Zeiser says

    December 9, 2024 at 3:30 pm

    I haven’t been on a ride lately. Different encumbrances have kept my guys in the garage but we talk to each other when I do the ten minute warmups. We had snow the other day and the steets were coated with salt which keeps the bikes in the garage even more. It adds to my seasonal affected disorder to see the leaves disappear and the temperature but a trip to YouTube to see races or touring stories lightens the load. Spring is less than a hundred days away. It can’t come soon enough.

    Reply
    • Scooter in the Sticks says

      December 11, 2024 at 10:25 am

      Spring a hundred days away. That’s the best news I’ve read in a while now. Thank you for that reminder.

      Keep those motors running. You’ll be riding in no time.

      Reply
  3. Steve Brooke says

    December 9, 2024 at 4:44 pm

    “Yet it is so much fun to ride that everything else in the garage can seem, well, kind of boring.” So easy to ride, to move around both off and on throttle that you are encouraged to stop, admire, ponder and wonder. My CT125 has been a lesson in what I’d have liked to have recognized a little earlier or have perhaps forgotten. Slowing down and taking a look around has eased and greatly enhanced my riding journey as the seasons creep ever onward. I’d like to thank you Steve for this wonderful blog, Scooter in the Sticks reintroduced me to the holistic relevance of small bore moto enjoyment and the immeasurable benefits of slowing down. 👍

    Reply
    • Scooter in the Sticks says

      December 11, 2024 at 10:29 am

      Thank you for your kinds words about the things I post here. I appreciate them. Mostly I share reflections of what goes through my head when I ride. And it is nice to know that my thinking isn’t so far off track that no one understands.

      Appreciating a small scooter or motorcycle is a gift for me. It can turn short rides into big adventures in a manner impossible with a big machine. I started small so I didn’t really know anything else. But over the years I’ve conversed with enough big motorcycle riders to know that they find no profit in short rides. If only they could bring themselves to swing their leg over a CT125 and experience a new realm of riding…

      Reply
  4. Don Etheredge says

    December 9, 2024 at 7:11 pm

    Amen to each word you wrote .I found this post to really speak volumes about riding, life, and constant change.Beautiful photos as always, and dang those special Hondas just seem to pull it all together. Honda should endorse you guys as the voice and heart of those cycles.

    Reply
    • Scooter in the Sticks says

      December 11, 2024 at 10:32 am

      Thank you Don for your kind comments. The Honda Trail 125 is just wonderful little machine. Utterly simple with few technical barriers between rider and road. And there’s a joy riding something like that which can’t be matched on a bigger and more complex machine.

      Not sure what Honda might be thinking but they sure make some cool scooters and bikes.

      Reply
  5. Robert says

    December 9, 2024 at 8:38 pm

    “Stop and stare.”

    Reply
    • Scooter in the Sticks says

      December 11, 2024 at 10:33 am

      See, look, stare. That’s the process for me.

      Reply
  6. Steel says

    December 10, 2024 at 12:11 am

    Another beautiful essay Steve. Your writing soothes and comforts me. Thank you.

    Reply
    • Scooter in the Sticks says

      December 11, 2024 at 10:33 am

      Glad to help. I hope you are having a fine time in this holiday season.

      Reply
  7. Kathy says

    December 10, 2024 at 4:37 pm

    Haven’t left a comment in years, seems like, but this epistle spoke to me – loudly. So a few deep breaths and a clearing my mind of frets and other stupid worries and taking the little time to thank someone who always makes me think lovely thoughts.

    Thank you.

    Reply
    • Scooter in the Sticks says

      December 11, 2024 at 10:35 am

      Thank you for taking the time to comment. And for the self care that comes from a few deep breaths. I hope the days are treating you well.

      Reply
  8. Paul Ruby says

    December 10, 2024 at 9:36 pm

    This is a really comprehensive posting. We rode to and you covered all our key spots. I rode my CT125 in Boalsburg yesterday just to keep the battery charged. The Harley battery is dead. We have a motorcycle history at Fishers Harness shop. I took my 1964 Vespa there once (back when I trusted it that far) I think about getting old all the time too. Mostly its thoughts on how lucky I am in many ways. The scooter riding we do is a perfect example, its a really luxury in many ways.

    Reply
    • Scooter in the Sticks says

      December 11, 2024 at 10:37 am

      It is indeed a luxury to be able to prowl the landscape on scooters and motorcycles. We are fortunate to have such wonderful opportunities. Even when motorcycle batteries are dead! And it is a great gift to have a friend like you to share the rides.

      The rain here stopped. I’m going to ride to the Pump Station for tea and a cinnamon bun. A luxurious riding ritual.

      Reply

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