Today was the first comfortable ride of 2014. At least that was what I was telling myself and from a purely physical perspective true -- no chill or bite of frigid air, no fogged visor or numb fingers or toes. Spring nears and the whiteness of winter fades into dirty piles. The roads are gray with grime and grit while meltwater seeks to wipe it clean. Despite the air temperature floating in the 50s I couldn't find much excitement in the ride. At one point on the way home from work I was telling myself I wouldn't care if I ever rode again.
Water from these melting snow piles made the ground softy, muddy, saturated and hazardous for the Vespa. The big snow tires dug into the muddy ground and did their best to slip the rear end out from under me when I wasn't paying close attention.
Thinking, perhaps at the root of my lack of interest in riding today as I was turning over a number of non-riding interests in my head -- a writing project that has rented a section of my brain for a long time has suddenly requested additional space. Add to that a slow darkroom sink refinishing process in preparation for a return to photography based in chemicals and silver. Epoxy vapors may be playing tricks on me.
It's all Gordon's fault.
Last week Kim shared a website of the work of Michael Froio, a large format photographer working on a long term project documenting the Pennsylvania Railroad. Memories of being on the road with the big camera only added to a feeling of loss, something the Vespa could not ease or erase.
Can't be sure what happens next...