Scooter in the Sticks

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

Snow, Fog and Riding a Vespa Scooter

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Vespa GTS scooter on a cold snowy day

Melting Snow Means Fog (And Maybe No Riding)

The first heavy snow of the season has come and gone.  And so has my interest in riding.  The snow is melting and with it wet, dreary fog has developed.  It’s the sort of weather that lends itself for mysterious photographs and mystical scenes across the landscape.  But I’ve left the Vespa scooter in the garage.  Pulled this photo from a ride a couple years ago.  Things look much the same now save we’re having a little more fog.

Fog and riding a Vespa scooter.  Usually a perfect mix for me.  But not today.  Or even this week.

I have been thinking about it though.  Read through an old post that reflects on the winter riding experience triggered by a ride to work at -8F.  If you’re interested in riding after everyone else puts their scooter or motorcycle away, you may want to read SUB ZERO RIDING EDUCATION.

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Greeting the Cold Riding Season

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Steve Williams reflected in store windowSay Hello to Cold Riding

I knew soon it would become dramatically colder, if only for a few hours.  And last Sunday morning was this year’s introduction to the cold riding season.  The forecast when I went to bed suggested temperatures in the upper 30s.  When I looked out in the driveway in the morning the frost on the cars indicated something different.  32F and sunny.

Wasn’t sure I was ready to ride at that temperature yet.  For me, the cold riding season requires a slow approach, a few degrees at a time to let my mind become comfortable with the unavoidable cold you notice after months of warm weather.  It’s something that requires a few Jedi mind tricks to overcome.

The self portrait in the window on the way to Saint’s Cafe shows evidence of two new features — a wool cap that keeps my head warm after removing the full face helmet, and my faithful insulated leather gloves from LL Bean.  They bridge the gap between warm weather and the time it becomes necessary to install the Tucano Urbano muffs.

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Take the Vespa Scooter for a Ride

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Vespa GTS scooter across the Susquehanna River from Lock Haven, Pennsylvania

View Along the Susquehanna River

I have nothing to say. There are times when I just want to close my eyes, curl up in a ball and let the world fade away. That’s one option when the noise, duty and details of everyday living seem like more than I want to deal with. Or I can take the Vespa scooter for a ride. That’s what I did a couple weeks ago — chose the scooter. There are times when I have a general idea of where I want to go, a direction at least, a timeframe to ride within, some framework from which to make choices. On this morning though I made an impulsive decision to just get on and go. When I stopped to make my first photograph I was standing along the north side of the Susquehanna River looking back toward Lock Haven, Pennsylvania. I guess I was going north.Continue Reading

Ride in the Country

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Vespa GTS scooter in front of Elaine's in Boalsburg, Pennsylvania

Let the Ride Begin

My friend Paul and I planned a short ride in the country culminating in breakfast and a return home.  Can’t always go on long adventures.  For awhile it seemed like I could never manage much more than a few dozen miles at a time.

So breakfast as the goal and a short ride as the approach would have to be enough as we gathered on Main Street in Boalsburg.

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Oppressed by the Past

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Vespa GTS scooter on road through the woodsWandering Through the Woods on a Vespa

Not everything here is about riding. It’s a means to an end. I’m never sure what I’ll discover on the road.

A dozen personal journals found their way to the landfill. Years of thought and complaint vomited on the page. Memories suspended in ink on hundreds of pages of paper. Free now of the weight of their presence.

Riding the Vespa scooter earlier in the day after an appointment with my cardiologist; wandering in mind and body and thinking of the past.

Wondering about the future.

The cool, autumn air keeps me bright and awake as it seeps across my skin. A sure sign of sloppy preparation and attention to detail — typical of early cold season riding.

The doctor swept the past aside as we talked about the future — medication, exercise, diet and lifestyle, the magic mix that increases the odds for healthy years ahead. Only my own thoughts keep me oppressed by the past. In this case — a heart attack.

Those discarded journals had their own power to oppress just as beliefs and assumptions and physical possessions can. It’s easy to become chained and weighed down without even realizing the ponderous load being dragged along. Slowly I’m working to free myself so I can experience more fully what’s right in front of me.

Riding the scooter through the woods is an exercise in simplicity. It expects nothing from me save for the basic skills required to safely operate. In that simple act is the space to observe chains and baggage, and hear the seductive song that softly winds through them. It’s the rare ride where I return home with no education.Continue Reading