As autumn fades and winter approaches it feels as if a heavy, gray blanket is being pulled across the world. Perhaps it’s just me gripped by grayness. Doesn’t help that I had a head cold for a week which is now burning into my chest and leaving me feeling indifferent to pretty much everything. With great effort I push myself out of the house. If not to ride, at least to walk.Continue Reading
I want to be a painter, working in oil, shuttered away in a solitary studio, alone, sparked by dreams of a Vespa and the road. When work and life intensify my head goes to secret places. Some days it’s a question of ride or work.
Resorting to my secondary scooter parking space earlier in the week when the usual space was teeming with othersand began the walk to my office. Looking at the Vespa stand amidst the Penn State campus scene I couldn’t help think it was a view Edward Hopper may have appreciated. And from there my mind was off n the races.
So it’s been these past couple weeks. Distracted or consumed. Both stifling any desire to blog. This entry is a test of self will. Took days to create this drivel…
The title refers to the thought patterns in my head and not the engineering shop that I chose to park next to. I’m hoping for a clearing soon. Perhaps another ride in the morning to see if I can break free and feel a little more fluid. The sweltering heat and humidity of late isn’t helping though.
Tomorrow is another day.
Ride on to victory!