Exploring life on a Vespa, Royal Enfield Himalayan, Honda Trail 125, and a Kawasaki W650
First SnowfallSimple pleasures. Helping shape the mind to accept change. Finding joy and satisfaction where I can. The dual challenges of my wife’s medical situation along with the frigid weather we’ve been having (judged by my growing intolerance of cold) have pushed my ability to go with the flow.
The first snowfall of the season thrilled the dogs. Me — not so much. Still, it was good to see the sunrise.Continue Reading
Keep on LookingIt’s almost midnight as I begin to write. Snow falling. The deck is covered but the driveway and roads are merely wet. If it weren’t for a nagging respiratory infection and cough I might entertain a midnight ride. But I’m tired and my stomach is signaling its displeasure with the antibiotics I’ve been taking. So the Vespa scooter sits in the darkened garage. For days now. I can’t ride.
I get stir crazy. Especially when I’m sick. And just have to get out of the house to see something. Anything. With car keys and camera in tow I left the house this morning to meet a friend and wander a bit.Continue Reading
Keeping All the Plates SpinningI want to believe life can be simple. That existence can be reduced to a few, important tasks. If only I had discipline. Or more money. Of if the world would behave the way I think it should. Then things would be simple.
The blog graphic came into existence while wondering why I couldn’t ride more often. As if life could be something akin to eat, pray, love.
Ride, sleep, ride.
As enlightening as riding can be, it leaves a trail of infantile denial about some things.
Still, I can’t help but think I’m doing it wrong. I should be on the road more — happy, joyous and free.
Fine dream. So is winning the Powerball drawing.
Back to reality. Fueled the car and van this evening along with the gas can for the snowblower in anticipation of “the worst snow storm of the season.” Penn State has already announced it will be closed tomorrow. I’ve already started to wonder if I can go for a little ride on the Vespa. Wish I had put the snow tires on.
Instead, I’ll run the snow blower, sleep late, and generally pretend I’m retired and lazy. Testing options for the future.
And that’s the way it is on the night before the storm.
Life is good.