Autumn amplifies my recognition of the passing of time. It’s more than the visual recognition of leaves changing color and falling to the ground. It’s a deeper connection to the cycle of life.
I’ve been taking little rides for the past couple months, in part because of the limitations of a slowly healing lower back, and partly because I just don’t have time to ride. Despite all that, riding in autumn is a lovely experience, heady with the fragrance of drying leaves, lovely for eyes filled with the glowing warmth of light and leaf, and all packaged with the label, “Pass Through Time”.
On the scooter or on foot, the road ahead is taking me somewhere new and I’m loving the ride.
I’m lucky to live in the heart of Pennsylvania’s hardwood forest and the canvas of color it creates this time of year. The leaf-peeping season doesn’t last long but oh what a show.
A BMW R1200 GS passed me today on the way home from work. The yellow version from 2007 or so. I covet that machine from time to time along with a short list of other motorcycles. But none (yet) have the addictive and overwhelming good feeling of my Vespa GTS scooter. It’s perfect in many ways and good enough in others.
Will the spell break at some point and allow something different in the garage?
Riding a Vespa, a modern four-stroke version, is just plain magic.
And I’m not getting paid to say this…
Along with many other things on a list of “before I die” activities is painting. Acrylic on canvas. I want to try my hand as a painter. Seeing the autumn leaves and the wonderful landscapes of the season triggers the desire. Perhaps something to do in retirement.
Funny thing about the list, a bucket list I suppose, is there’s really nothing on it pertaining to riding.
What’s that mean?
Stopped on the way to work one morning last week to stretch my back that was starting to cramp. Striking a yoga pose while simultaneously grumbling and cursing might create an odd mix for anyone passing by. Despite the need to sometimes stop I’m grateful to be riding to work. Every commute is an adventure. Every adventure is a reminder of the damn great life I have. Even is it’s just to pass through time.
You experience the nicest thoughts when you’re a rider.