Scooter in the Sticks

Exploring life on a Vespa, Royal Enfield Himalayan, Honda Trail 125, and a Kawasaki W650

Oppressed by the Past

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Vespa GTS scooter on road through the woodsWandering Through the Woods on a Vespa

Not everything here is about riding. It’s a means to an end. I’m never sure what I’ll discover on the road.

A dozen personal journals found their way to the landfill. Years of thought and complaint vomited on the page. Memories suspended in ink on hundreds of pages of paper. Free now of the weight of their presence.

Riding the Vespa scooter earlier in the day after an appointment with my cardiologist; wandering in mind and body and thinking of the past.

Wondering about the future.

The cool, autumn air keeps me bright and awake as it seeps across my skin. A sure sign of sloppy preparation and attention to detail — typical of early cold season riding.

The doctor swept the past aside as we talked about the future — medication, exercise, diet and lifestyle, the magic mix that increases the odds for healthy years ahead. Only my own thoughts keep me oppressed by the past. In this case — a heart attack.

Those discarded journals had their own power to oppress just as beliefs and assumptions and physical possessions can. It’s easy to become chained and weighed down without even realizing the ponderous load being dragged along. Slowly I’m working to free myself so I can experience more fully what’s right in front of me.

Riding the scooter through the woods is an exercise in simplicity. It expects nothing from me save for the basic skills required to safely operate. In that simple act is the space to observe chains and baggage, and hear the seductive song that softly winds through them. It’s the rare ride where I return home with no education.Continue Reading

Aimless Wandering

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Vespa GTS scooter in fog along railroad tracksWandering Along

The past few weeks have been a collection of exquisite riding weathers — fog, warm days, cool mornings.  For many riders it would open the door to long rides and adventure.  I wish I could say that’s what I’ve been doing.  But I’ve been doing some aimless wandering, on foot and on the Vespa scooter, but it’s not so much about the physical act as it is about engaging the senses.  Relishing the perceptions of being out in the world.

I stood for a long time at this railroad crossing gazing at the edge where what’s visible disappeared into the fog.  I wasn’t looking for anything; just feeling life flow around and through me.

That’s often the case when I’m riding the scooter.Continue Reading

Aimless Wandering

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No Destination

Lately, I’ve been engaged in days of aimless wandering.  Some on the Vespa through fog shrouded forests. Others on foot during daylight and night.  No destination in mind, just allowing myself to drift through the landscape, admiring the world, and wondering what it all means.

Aimless wandering requires a measure of letting go, at least a little, of goals and expectations.

At home, I’ve been tinkering with this website, attending to performance issues and shortcomings that I’ve largely ignored.  Examining page speed on the GTmetrix site I was shocked to find how poorly the site was performing.  After a few days of intense education I managed to cut the response time in half and achieve passing grades on the test.  Continue Reading

Restorative Powers of Scooter Riding – or Motorcycles

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Portrait of Vespa scooter rider Steve Williams reflected in mirror

Canon G15 6.1mm 1/1000 @ f2.8 ISO 100

Riding Reflections

This will be a short post.  It’s premise and conclusions obvious to many who already ride a scooter or motorcycle.  To others, and perhaps most of those men and women who are thinking about riding, the idea that riding has any sort of powers or rewards beyond transportation or recreation may not even register in their thinking.

I don’t want to preach.  I’ve long ago understood that what I believe, the actions and approaches that work for me, may be utterly useless for others.  We each walk (or ride) our own path and come to understand and embrace what we will regardless of what others accept or reject.Continue Reading

A Walk in the Woods

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Danner boots on walkerThe Boots Are Made For Walking

Sometimes it’s good for the soul to take a walk in the woods.  It works the body, it works the mind.  Afterwards, whatever was chewing on the spirit is often gone.  Just a mile down the road from my home is the Stan Yoder Memorial Nature Preserve, a fifteen acre plot of land in Boalsburg that was rescued from development by the community.

It’s a good place to wear out my Danner hiking boots.

Trail in the Stan Yoder Memorial PreserveInto the Woods

This time of year the preserve is generally empty save from the birds and small mammals that live there.  Signs of deer and bear can also be found from time to time.  But mostly it’s quiet and provides a measure of solitude for anyone with a few minutes to walk.

Trail at the Stan Yoder Memorial PreserveDown the Trail

Each time I walk through the preserve I’m reminded of how rejuvenating a walk in the woods can be.  It’s not unlike a ride on the Vespa scooter only a bit more physically challenging.  Often I’m here with a dog.  I’m thinking in the future I may bring along lunch and just hang out and breathe…

Dog log bags at the Stan Yoder Memorial PreserveDog Log Support

I always travel with plastic bags in my pocket.  But for those dog owners that forget you’ll find a couple reminders and resources to keep the preserve free of canine land mines.  I didn’t see any on this walk.

Bench at the Stan Yoder Memorial PreserveSitting

For a lot of people this place must be a bore.  No ball fields or tennis courts.  No picnic pavilions with barbecue grills or tennis courts or swing sets.  There’s nothing to do.  In a world of frenzied activity and chaos a park like this is a romantic anachronism.  How many people want to sit alone on a bench in the woods and write poetry anymore?

View at the Stan Yoder Memorial PreserveThe Woods

I would have loved this place as a kid.  These days I would be shocked to see any kids here without their parents.  Different world now.  In all the years I’ve been coming here I bet I’ve not seen a dozen people.  I wonder what that says…

2017 Brave, Bold Blogger Challenge

This post is part of a month long writing prompt challenge conceived by Kathy at Toadmama.com.