Vespa marketing suggests an urban, hipster lifestyle. But the Italian scooter is ready for a lot more — like a trip across America and back.
Meet Mike Hermens. He’s riding his 2012 Vespa GTS300ie across America. Like many who get a Vespa ideas seep in about adventure and glory. Unlike most though, Mike is making it a reality. I learned of his trip on the Modern Vespa forum and caught up to his blog, Single Cylinder Psyche, when he was making his way through Idaho and Montana after starting at the Golden Gate Bridge in California.
All the photos are Mike’s and he’s been kind enough to let me use them in this post about his trip.
If you take some time to explore his blog you’ll find an eclectic collection of pictures and stories of his winding path across the United States with a dip into Canada. There’s a lot of fodder for fantasy and some real world obstacles he’s dealt with that anyone considering such a ride should be aware of.
The Vespa sits along the road in Idaho (I think) and just whispers a siren song to ride.
Anyone riding across the country who’s decided to stay off the interstate highway system will be faced with some long, lonely miles. And it calls for special preparation and planning to make sure you can take care on the road like this stretch across the Oregon desert.
Like extra fuel for the scooter.
Reading through Single Cylinder Psyche I can get swept up in the trip until I imagine I’m riding it myself, like a ghost rider, a shadow across the landscape.
Mike camps at times but seems most often he’s at some little motel in small town America — somewhere that lets him park his Vespa near the door or in front of the office. The red glow of the place in this picture just sings out America. We live in a unique country.
A recurring concern of riders I’ve spoken with, motorcycle or scooter, regarding long distance rides is the handling of breakdowns and how to survive on the road. Mike had a tire blowout and a couple other small mechanical issues during the ride so far and has had some interesting luck due to the kindness of strangers.
The United States is a big country. Riding across and through on secondary roads makes it even bigger. But you really get a taste of the place in ways that just aren’t possible any other way. Looking at this photo of the Vespa at the Montana line just reminded me of the sort of endless experiences that await anyone taking the time to ride around America.
I can’t remember the last time I even heard of a liver sandwich let alone someone touting one in their advertising. But that’s part of the joy of riding through small towns and villages. This place, somewhere in Virginia or West Virginia, is not your typical franchise eating establishment. As you move through Mike’s trip you find a wide array of unusual places.
Finding this sort of roadside art is something I expect to see on Fuzzygalore.com and not on a Vespa blog. But Mike has an eye for scenes and sights that you just don’t see on postcards or travel blogs.
I want to see more of America myself.
It’s hard to imagine getting more off the beaten path than with this scene in West Virgina. Single Cylinder Psyche has a lot of views of nameless, out of the way places and people who make up a rich tapestry of experience. As I read along with his trip I keep thinking of his first post on the road where he anticipates the miles ahead:
From Single Cylinder Psyche
Sept 8: On My Way
Published September 8, 2015
I slept almost not at all last night, up late and early with prep, and a busy mind kept me awake most of the time I was in bed. But now I’m in Fallon, Nevada. It’s late, I’m sleepy, so this will be short.
The Cliff’s Notes version is that I first rode to the Golden Gate Bridge (so it would really be coast-to-coast), then through the oven known as the Sacramento Valley (96 F today, rising to 108 on Thursday), into and out of the Tahoe Basin, and onto the desolation that is Nevada (not a judgement). In Fallon I met my friend of 45 years, Bob Clem, who is on a motorcycle trip of his own, counterclockwise around the western states. I’m typing this in the Best Western lobby so he can sleep in peace in our room.
Today’s ride was a bit surreal. After so much time spent in anticipation, I had a heightened sense of, “This is it.”
It takes time to cover land on a scooter. Time to think, reflect, observe, adjust and be at peace. I think this will be a good trip.
What a great perspective…
Mike is on his way west toward home in California. He’s been to Maine and much to my regret passed within a mile of my office though we did not have a chance to meet in person. He responded to a recent email where I asked about snow in the west that he’s moving a bit south in hopes of avoiding the white stuff. So far the weather looks good in the pictures he’s posting.
So, if you’ve ever dreamed of a scooter ride across the country, or on a motorcycle and you have a couple months to spare to take the slow road, check out Single Cylinder Psyche. You’ll have a different perspective on the backroads of America.
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