Not every ride’s focused on fun. Sometime there’s work to be done, things to accomplish. All of it goes better when I can use the Vespa. On the road this evening I realized for the first time how long the days had become. In less than a month the days will start getting shorter as we head towards winter. Odd thinking about that in May — the sort of thing that pops into my head when I stop to make a selfie.
Looking at clouds continues to thrill me after nearly sixty years of gazing upwards. I see Junior sleeping on my lap. Wonder what I would see if I were riding a Harley instead of a Vespa?
A stop at the store was the main reason I was on the road. Taking the long way home was just a fortunate coincidence.
Some routes are still closed and probably always will be but check them I do. Never know when a bureaucrat will have a change of heart. Could have easily ridden around the end of the gate and raced on through but that would be wrong wouldn’t it?
Still loving the Vespa. Put a gun to my head and insist I confess to my deepest, darkest moto desire — a Vespa GTS. Someday it might change but for now I remain smitten…
Roads like these remind me of younger days and dirt bikes. Every kid wanted a mini-bike or go-kart and couldn’t wait to get a driver’s license. Don’t see much of that anymore. Now they’re craving Grand Theft Auto and Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Having spent more than a few hours with Unreal Tournament I can kind of see the attraction.
I guess. Still, I’ll take the Vespa and a dirt road.
All good errands must come to an end. Heading towards Mount Nittany and on towards home always has a melancholy feel at the end of the day. Maybe that’s part of the lure of riding, all those emotions and memories stirred up and making you feel alive for a moment.
Or maybe it’s something else…
