
I decided last night that I would ride to Northumberland, Pennsylvania to visit with a few friends. Because the weather forecast called for temperatures near 90 I was up early and on the road at 6:40AM. I rode five miles before I saw another car and ten before a car came up behind me. The road was smooth and the air temperature was near 70 degrees—perfect riding weather.
The sun was stuggling to push through the morning haze and fog making the landscape look like something out of a fairytale in places. I’m always amazed at how many things I can detect while riding that are completely lost driving a car. The fragrance of fresh cut hay, manure, pine needles, a lingering campfire from the previous night… And I can feel the air temperture change as I move from the open landscape into the forest.
This image was made not far from a spring fed lake which is frigid year round. I could feel the air temperature drop significantly as I neared.
I often liken a scooter ride to sailing. Both are limited in their ability to push faster. Both require patience and attention to many variables to achieve optimum performance. Every rise of the road, change in the road surface, breeze or appearance of vehicles all suggest adjustments and corrections. At times when I see the road stretch out in the distance it reminds me of looking out over the bow of a sailboat in the ocean—all that to cover and I can’t go any faster….
The Vespa performed flawlessly. I cruised between 45 and 55 MPH depending on where I was.
As I neared Lewisburg I caught up with an SUV which I followed for a few miles until I got to US 11/15. The temperature was rising and the haze worsened which was apparent from the overlook about the Susquehanna River.
I traveled more rural/agricultural roads on the way home.
My neck was cramping a bit and I stopped a few times to stretch. Not sure if I’m old, out of shape, or just slept badly last night.

I hoped to ride through one of the covered wooden bridges that I know exist in the area. Without a map I wasn’t sure where they were but did come upon one that was closed. Everything gets old I guess and these wooden bridges are no exception. I’m sure it would have supported my scooter.
The only really bad part of the whole ride was it coming to an end. While I put another 140 miles on the scooter it didn’t seem to be enough to sate the desire to keep riding. Maybe I need to take a trip of several days duration to cleanse my system of riding…



