Ordinary moments on ordinary days in ordinary places. My riding of late is devoid of real or imagined adventure, flights of freedom, or provocations of the mind. Just little routine rides through town and country to meet goals and objectives. The Vespa sits alone along Allen Street in State College, Pennsylvania early in the morning before the world awakens and goes about it’s business.
Autumn is racing through the central Pennsylvania forests. I can’t keep track of the passage of time any longer as weeks have become moments. Each ride on the Vespa through the countryside is a small gift as time slows and I can drink in a bit of the world.
This evening I had business in town which required some level of synchronized dancing with the many pedestrians and vehicles still on the road before the witching hour. After some days confined to the four-wheeled cage it feels nearly sublime to ride through the dark and let the night air consume me.
Someone who saw my riding jacket in hard asked me if I was riding this evening and upon confirming their suspicions just nodded their head in conspiratorial agreement to the wisdom of the act.
Riding home in the dark I knew they were already plotting their own escape into their own routine ride.
Steve, just a question…if all (or just those on both sides of you) are taken by a scooter or cycle, how is there enough room to get yourself off the scooter? Those parking spots seem awfully narrow to me, or is it a trick of the camera? From the photo it would seem better to eliminate one spot of the eight or ten and leave just a smidge more room for offing.
Karl,
It’s no optical illusion. It is a challenge when all the spaces are filled. I’m kind of a lean guy and I have to do some wiggling gymnastics to get in and out. I’m always pleased to see a big Harley or BMW parked cross-ways across three spaces. Allows for “out of the box” parking for the rest of us.
But it’s free parking in an otherwise crowded college town so I can’t complain.