Many mornings of late start with just wandering through the countryside near home. More to help brain and body greet the day than any sort of riding adventure. There’s a slow, reflective state that I can enter as the scooter quietly rolls along, and I just soak in the view.Continue Reading
Everyone is welcome at the Boalsburg Moto Hang. The next one is in a few hours. 5:30pm to be exact. So plan to stop by either today or the next event. The Moto Hang takes place on the first and third Wednesday evenings of the month. Ken Hull sent out this note which I’ll share:
This Wednesday we will be meeting at the Moto Shack from 5:30 to 7:30. Three things to note: 1. 2017 posters will be available for purchase ($5). 2. We have a porta-john on site. It’s on the other side of the little wooden shed. 3. Please try and arrive closer to the start time of 5:30 and not too much earlier. I need time to get things set up and ready for everyone before bikes start rolling in. Thanks for understanding.
The images below will help illuminate the experience.Continue Reading
So what if you’re getting older. Just keep riding…
Is Aging a Physical Condition or a State of Mind?
After the previous post with the Morning Fall video I thought I would post something a bit more upbeat.
I like to think aging is, in part, something I can manage mentally. This video always helps support that notion.
The best way to be riding a Vespa scooter in rain is between the raindrops. Or during those moments when the sky softens and the rain won’t be described as a downpour. No worries about visibility or hydroplaning on water-logged pavement. Just a gentle recognition that the world is getting wet.
This post isn’t about the technical aspects of riding in rain — traction, visibility, weather protection — that sort of thing. It’s merely a passing account of a short trip on a morning of gentle rain bordering on mist. A commute to work with a detour to visit a new cardiologist.
The ride was a reminder of how great the world can look on those decidedly non-postcard days.Continue Reading
The mind is stronger at the end of winter…
A storm approaches. Perhaps the biggest of the season and with it days without riding. Despite the cold, bleak day I wanted to ride. The 16F temperature when I awoke didn’t damper the desire to be on the road. The winter riding consciousness is in control and almost any weather now seems rideable.
Rideable. Is that even a word?Continue Reading