Walking through the fog on a mountain road this morning with my dog I realized my daydreaming was about riding and not wrenching on a scooter. I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’ll find fun or satisfaction on the floor of the garage surrounded by Craftsman tools.
Whatever happens now lies ahead and around a bend. I don’t know how I am going to get there or where it takes me but somehow a scooter is involved. I’ve had many kind offers of support and of engines but nothing has felt right. I extend my thanks to all of you who have posted or contacted me. I’ve eliminated all of the repair or engine replacement options and now have my brain wrestling with how I will come to be on the road again.
Imaginary rides visit often during quiet moments. Perhaps a strategy will present itself that will put some sort of scooter in the garage that runs. The mental momentum is building, the spirit is willing and the flesh is too. The wheels are turning—something is coming!
