Among other reasons, I ride to relax. On the quiet rural roads near my home, I can pilot the scooter along and breathe in the landscape — through my eyes, ears and nose. The sensory tapestry created as the Vespa rolls along is rich and seductive. On this morning I only planned a short ride; too much tennis ball play with the dogs had me on the road later than normal. An early afternoon engagement meant a short ride.
There’s something about the Vespa scooter that brings childish behaviors to the surface. On the empty roads I find myself weaving the scooter back and forth like a bird swooping over a field. The Vespa moves effortlessly, to and fro, in a hedonistic ritual I practice more than I like to admit.Continue Reading