In general, I go to great lengths to find reasons to ride the scooter. Most mornings begin with the dogs, walking slow laps through our woodland landscape and reflecting on the day a step at a time — a quiet meditation on life. Contemplation is made more difficult by two excited canines with squeaky balls in their mouths who are anxious for the contemplation to end and the ball throwing to begin.
When I saw fog on the mountain yesterday morning, the fragile detente between man and dog was threatened. If I go out of my way to find reasons to ride, fog trumps almost all riding situations. It wasn’t long before I remembered I had a library book to return — a short five miles to town.
The direct route to the library is a bore. Besides, the fog was on the mountains so I quickly determined an alternate route was in order — the long way around so to speak. Just a slightly extended morning Vespa ride.Continue Reading