Scooter in the Sticks

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

A Typical Winter Commute

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Snow on the driveway in the morning, a reminder of what can happen when you aren’t looking, a dusting of icy slippiness that can make life exciting in a decidedly unwelcome manner.  It can happen at night when you’re sleeping or during the day when you’re at work and not necessarily paying attention.  It’s the food that can be part of a winter rider’s menu.

The weather report had little suns with some clouds and no mention of precipitation.  I calculated that the main roads would be dry or have a patch of snow here or there. Turn off those main routes onto anything not salted and it would be a different story.  Like here at the Pennsylvania Military Museum where the landscape resembled the Ardennes in 1944.

Side streets in State College were dusted and slippery in places but easily managed with the right winter riding attitude consisting mainly of slow travel, careful braking, quick surface assessment and informed decision making.  I was in town to meet someone for breakfast at the Corner Room and hoped conditions would improve by the time I rode on to work.

One thing I failed to consider was the motorcycle parking at my office — the only place you are allowed to park a motorcycle on campus, was not cleared.  I suppose they don’t expect any motorcycles this time of year.  Luckily the snow piles were still soft and I could kick an area open to park.

The situation was far worse in the parking lot than on the road.  By the time I rode home conditions were much improved with dry roads and warming temperatures.

On a scale of one to ten with ten being glare ice and sub-zero temperatures and one being sub-freezing and dry this particular ride was a four.

Maybe I should develop a Scooter in the Sticks winter riding score…

Vespa on a Cold Night

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It’s been cold and getting colder.  By morning the temperature will be in the single digits.  Not the best news for riding a Vespa but still within the range of riding if the snow holds off.  The past couple days the scooter has sat in the garage due to ice one day and the need to haul some things in the van the next.  Braving the elements was focused on walking the dog.  Photographing this tree reminded me to think about a Christmas tree for home.

This evening I had a few errands to run and decided to exercise the scooter.  The roads were dry though with the thermometer descending below 20 degrees it was cold and the chance of ice is ever present.  The desire to ride is strong.  Why else would anyone venture out into this?

Christmas isn’t far off now though I’ve not really caught the spirit.  Riding didn’t jumpstart it either.
My decision to not use the electric gloves was a poor one and the resultant misery clouded any jolly thoughts.

Still, it was good to get out into the world on the Vespa.

Vespa Rides and Frozen Fog

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The clock radio alarm went off this morning with the weather report warning of possible ice on untreated surfaces due to fog.  As enchanting as fog can be it has to be carefully considered when the thermometer is pointing at 32F.

After walking the dog, paying attention to the road surface, and watching the thermometer rise I made the decision to ride to work.

The roads were mostly dry or damp with no obvious ice.  Keeping the helmet visor clear was an ongoing challenge until the helmet came off at work.

The meandering trip passed through familiar places though always strangely different when shrouded in fog.  I remember wandering through these places on foot with my big wooden view camera exposing sheets of black and white film and watching the world appear in a tray of developer in the darkroom.

I miss those days.

The only ice to be found this morning was off the road and halfway to town the temperature indicator on the Vespa displayed 34F.

Cutting across the east end of campus afforded a nice view of Mount Nittany emerging from a muted sunrise.

Only scooters in the parking lot now though with predictions of the temperature approaching 50 later in the week could see a few motorcycles around.

The biggest downside of commuting this time of year is darkness at the end of the day.  While it wasn’t cold, 35F, it can be discouraging to climb aboard the Vespa in the dark on days when it is cold.

This day, I was just glad the warnings of frozen fog did not materialize.  Just another fine Vespa commute to start the day right.

Rest, Relaxation and the End of a Vacation

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Unshaven, rested, relaxed.  That’s what a week of vacation can do for a person.  My friend Gordon made the photograph, my wife Kim said I looked relaxed, and I know I’m rested and unshaven.  The past week has been an exercise in no plans, no schedule, no goals, no nothing.  I like to think I’m a creature of habit but it’s more likely I’m a creature of circumstance.  With no schedule to adhere to I’ve stayed up ’til dawn, slept past noon, hung out in coffee shops and generally watched the world go by.

And did some Vespa riding.

On days I didn’t sleep past noon I was out in the cold with the dog or on the Vespa.  A week of that was all it took to acclimate to the frigid weather.  Now everything from 20F and higher feels comfortable.  Or at least tolerable.

This image was made on Sunday morning at sunrise with Junior in tow.  A dog offers fine examples of how to embrace life at it’s simplest level.

Junior pausing briefly for me to make a portrait.  Cold enough outside for his breath to freeze over the hair on his neck.  He just walked through the living room, looked at me, and went upstairs to bed. “He know’s the day’s over,” said Kim.  “No more walks, treats or food.  Nothing left but to go to sleep.”

I’m almost in the same place.

It’s been a cold week with snow and ice and have helped thicken my riding blood.  This morning Mr. Pumpkin looked particularly annoyed by the 18F temperature reading as I got ready to ride into town to meet my photography compatriots at Saint’s Cafe.  Neither the Vespa or I uttered a complaint.

Morning has more attraction for me than any other time of day — visually and mentally.  I awake quickly with no need for coffee or tea.  Seeing the sun rise and the warm beams of light lick through the trees continues to cause the heart to beat faster.

Allen Street is still asleep at 8:30 on a Sunday morning.  Plenty of parking and no traffic to contend with is fine by me.

Saint’s Cafe in State College, Pennsylvania.  The holiday decorations have already gone up.  The place seems personal, friendly and like home.

Simple pleasures during the vacation.  Hot chocolate and a few moments alone with my thoughts.

The earlybirds.  In thirty minutes the place will start to fill up and the hustle and bustle will become more pronounced.  Being away from that pace for just a week makes the change seem dramatic.

During the past week the Vespa and I have ridden the familiar tracks and explored some new ones.  The snow and ice have offered an opportunity to sharpen my skills and mind and the time away from work has allowed my batteries to recharge so I can jump head first into some big projects.

And the rides have given me a chance to catch up with old friends if only for a few moments. But mostly I just laid about in decadent sloth.  So much for plans to organize my digital photos or straightening up the garage.  It was far more satisfying to nap, eat, ride play with the dog, hang out with Kim and anything other than be a responsible adult.

Damn, I guess I need to go upstairs and shave now.

Dreaming

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greeting card titled "Dreaming."
 
The entire morning was focused on dreaming.  Or more precisely on ideas and paths not considered or taken, of flights of fancy and journeys of partnership that might be explored.  The morning ride had me thinking about what to write on Kim’s birthday card.
 
It’s what makes Vespa riding so great.
 
 
Vespa GTS scooter in snowy farm field
 
 
Another cold morning though sunshine took the edge off making the snow and cold seem little more than a picturesque landscape in which to explore.  A week off work provided ample opportunity to acquire a taste for the cold and grow relaxed with the winter riding ritual. 
 
Seven days ago the thought of Vespa riding through a frozen cornfield would seem a technical stretch. Today it seemed almost normal.  So normal that thoughts of birthdays and dreams came easy.
 
 
Vespa GTS scooter on snowy road
 
Before the Vespa, Kim and I explored these mountains on foot with cameras and notebooks.  And before that fall and winter backpacking.  Now, as the Vespa slowly prowls along small paths and roads puzzle over what’s next here for Kim and me; how will our lives unfold.
 
The morning had a postcard quality to it with blue sky draped with white clouds over a mix of snow and ice.  Vespa riding was a joy.
 
 
 
Vespa GTS scooter on snow covered road
 
Joy might give the wrong impression.  While the main roads were clear it didn’t take long to find snow and ice still lingering on secondary roads.  Caution was in order.  Vespa riding in winter can be tricky business.
 
 
Vespa scooter at a Christmas tree farm

Coming across a local Christmas tree farm moved thinking from birthday to another season. Christmas will be here in less than a month.  Time is flying.

The ride at times felt like a dream, a scene from Lord of the Rings with familiar places transformed into new ones.

 

Vespa GTS scooter on snowy rural road

Riding this time of year when the temperature drops below freezing it’s important to anticipate problems.  This snow-covered road exits from a clear dry road.  On warm days I would enter this road at 40mph.  Knowing it might now be dry I crawled on at 10.  Good thing too because at a higher speed I would have lost control.  In cold weather, you can never ride faster than you can see.

Never.

 

Vespa scooter parked on snow covered road

The message of this picture:  I have little traffic to contend with as I navigate the snow and ice.  And there was a lot of ice hidden beneath the light dusting of snow.

 

Vespa GTS scooter parked on a street

 

A view from Schlow Library towards the Vespa.  By the time I sat down at a table by the window my thoughts were complete and I wrote something to Kim — a fine morning, a fine ride, and a fine day.

It’s been like a dream…

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