Sunny Morning Enlightenment

Every ride is different. If they weren’t, I would have lost interest in riding a long time ago. My attention can’t be held by the machine I ride. It’s just a tool necessary in being a rider. In the pantheon of cosmic questions, albeit a minor one, is “Why do I ride?”. The answer isn’t important but it has fueled some mental gymnastics on my identity as a rider. On this day I experience a little riding enlightenment.

Scooter rider? Vespa rider? While enjoying a morning ride I realized there’s a difference between someone who identifies with a particular riding machine and someone who’s a rider.

I’m a rider. I just happen to ride a Vespa scooter.

Morning Glow

I’m pretty sure of the five senses, sight exerts the most power in my life. It accounts for the lifelong fascination with photography and catalogs the bulk of my memories. When I grow antsy at home, the phrase most likely to pass my lips is, “I need to get out and see something.”

Stopped along a road that wound past a local farm I wished I knew how to paint. The light was at once soft yet bright, and the color of grass, soil and sky glowed. When I ride, I enjoy seeing things.