Scooter in the Sticks

Exploring life on a Vespa Scooter and Royal Enfield Himalayan motorcycle.

A Christmas Greeting

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Last night, shortly before midnight, I was on the road again looking for the definitive scene for a Christmas greeting. No snow, no Christmas images in my book. Didn’t even get a tree this year.

Not that I’ve become Ebenezer Scrooge. I just don’t have any magical pictures merging Christmas, riding, and a Vespa. But there’s still magic without the Vespa, glittering lights, or the fragrance of evergreen drifting through the house.

After a late, Christmas Eve ride I stopped in Boalsburg and sat on the curb, straining my brain for an idea. And thinking of home. Earlier in the evening our family gathered at our oldest daughter’s house for Christmas. Home for the holidays. Family and friends.

So, from the curbside stop on a cold, winter ride, I wish each of you a Merry Christmas and hopes for a fine New Year!

Catching Up

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As much as I enjoy riding in cold weather the Vespa and I have been confined, of late, to morning and evening commutes to work. Cold is creeping into pictures. Maybe they’re triggering memories of cold hands and feet.

Over the weekend I clicked the submit button a few times to officially kickoff the holiday shopping season. On the way to my weekly 3 Prints Project meeting I stopped to look at Christmas trees. I wasn’t feeling the holiday spirit. Carrying a tree home on the back of the Vespa requires some snow. A thermometer reading of 27F isn’t enough.

The café is festive and I always enjoy a watching the world from a quiet corner. Notice there are no prints on the table at Saint’s Café. It’s been the no prints project the past few weeks, a symptom of bad planning, chaos and choices of sloth. Or I can search for places to unload blame for falling so far behind.

It’s obviously Junior’s fault. The athletic beast needs, demands, time and attention. Just because he wants to exercise and go forth in the world doesn’t mean I want to. He does pose well though. Doesn’t he look like he’s watching over a flock of sheep, waiting patiently to herd a stray lamb back or warn off a marauding coyote? He’s my boy, snoring softly at my feet as I type.

As managing editor of Penn State Ag Science Magazine there are times, like now a week before going to press, that I descend into some other kind of consciousness. Going through page spreads with a red pen is particularly seductive. And it’s changed me. I actually told the art director to reduce the number of photographs so I could keep more words. I look for the photography guild to appear any day now and rescind my rights to a camera.

Gordon arrived with two prints; one a portrait he made of me a few weeks ago at another Sunday morning get together where we both bemoaned the lack of production. I look more like my father as the years change me. No matter how much I look like him though I can never imagine him sitting in a café talking about photography or the challenges of a busy life. He would be too busy working.

A piece of breakfast chocolate cake and a fine portrait may just cause me to make those prints. I actually turned the heat on in my darkroom this evening thinking I might process film.

I didn’t.

Another local Vespa rider checking his phone. His girlfriend has one too. I don’t think either ride in the cold so the roads will be shy two scooters until spring.

I plan to fetch a tree on the Vespa when the time is right. Snow is in the extended forecast. For now I’ll leave you with a holiday scene of one of the village of Boalsburg’s Christmas decorations. And that will almost catch me up. Except for my long, epic Vespa camping tale that’s waiting to post, and a cold ride on a new Triumph Sprint.

There’s always something.

Season’s Greetings from the Sticks

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It’s Christmas Eve and time for me to extend best wishes for Christmas, the holiday season and the coming new year. At 2am this morning I was out in the driveway fighting with Christmas lights, camera and a bad idea to make a picture that would represent my feelings of riding and the holiday season. For the past couple years the safe bet was a picture of the Vespa hauling home the tree but Kim and I made an impulse buy one evening a few weeks ago at a local Christmas tree vendor. So no tree to haul on the scooter. For those of you who just have to see the tree on the back of the Vespa check the bottom of this post for one of the classic pictures.

The holidays always seem to become hectic despite the best planning. Providence intervened this year to bring a bit of needed solitude to the house in the form of an impending ice storm. We canceled our traditional Christmas Eve party this year when nearly everyone who planned to attend was now departing town early to avoid the weather on Christmas Day. So I can sit here now and type and reflect on the season and it’s meaning. Junior is laying at my feet gnawing on a marrow bone while Kim sits in the living room illuminated by the Christmas tree. Life is good and there is much to be grateful for.

After giving up trying to produce the picture in my head for my holiday greeting I put the lights, tripod and camera away. Could not seem to push the Vespa back into the garage though and decided to go for a ride. The night sky was clear and the temperature was a relatively comfortable 20F. Riding at night always is nice especially when there is snow on the ground and Christmas lights on. Though not so many as the clock ticks near 3am. In Boalsburg there were lights glowing on Main Street and I took a little time to wander around and shoot a few pictures. While it seemed nostalgic to me I’m now sure how a passing police cruiser would view me. Faith in the power of the Christmas spirit kept me going.

I hope these words find each of you with a quiet heart and a smile on your lips. For a day the cares of the world can slip away and the power of the season can renew us. For any of you who receive a new scooter or motorcycle, well, I don’t want to hear about it……*grin*

All the best for a Merry Christmas and bright holiday season!

Oh, one of the classic Vespa Christmas tree pictures.

A Grateful Christmas on and off the Road

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Christmas arrived this morning with sunshine and blue skies.  Ice covers much of the ground and parts of the road after a day of rain gave way to a drop in temperatures.  I suspect I’ll see no holiday riders today.  Since my Vespa is still in the shop I didn’t have any holiday scooter images so I decided to take one of the Christmas cards I bought for next year and make a picture of it with a sprig of holly Kim cut last night in our yard.  Imagine that reindeer is a Vespa…

I want to wish all of you who read and comment here a Merry Christmas and fine holiday season.  This year the season has moved me to take stock of all the gifts I have already received and are sometimes easy to overlook in the rush.  It is the simple, everyday things that make up my life that are more important than anything I might find under a tree.  I have much to be grateful.
I am grateful:
to have a family who loves and cares about me.
to have good and faithful friends.
to have a career I enjoy.
for a home and warm bed.
for being healthy.
for not being hungry or cold.
for having learned how to have fun.
for being able to look at my life and realize how many fine gifts I have.
In this Christmas season of gift giving perhaps the biggest gift we can give ourselves is recognition of the good we may already have.  
Best wishes to all of you in the coming days, weeks and months.

No Christmas Tree on the Back of the Vespa This Year

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A week ago I took my Vespa GTS into the shop because the rear brake lever was pulling in close to the handgrip and the stopping power was less than desirable. Turns out I need a new master cylinder and it is currently somewhere between Italy and Pennsylvania. So it looks like my tradition of bringing home a tree on the back of the Vespa won’t happen this year. And I had real plans too. Deep snow, wind, a long search through the mountains for the perfect Christmas tree, and then the ride home. Now I’m not sure if I really even want a tree.

Seriously though, I’m full of the Christmas spirit and it doesn’t bother me at all that I can’t scoot a tree home. Tomorrow night I’ll be going to a theater with my oldest daughter and her boyfriend to see “It’s a Wonderful Life” on the big screen. That’s right up there and maybe even ahead of transporting an evergreen on a scooter!