Thursday, February 02, 2012
Riding in the Gray and Grit
Winter feels gray and gritty. It shows on the soul and on the Vespa as the grime collects. Piles of crushed limestone dot the landscape where road crews place material to add friction to the roads when it snows. This morning on the way to work in the dim light I wondered where all the color went.
One stop to buy something to eat at lunchtime and make a picture of the local fuel depot. I remember when I worked at an Arco station in high school with one gas island and two pumps. We handed out Green Stamps, washed windshields and checked oil. Can't quite understand how that was possible when I look at these modern installations and the number of vehicles guzzling gas.
On cold days, even ones with no snow and no threat of snow the parking lot doesn't have many two-wheeled commuters. Just the intrepid Vespa riders braving the winter elements -- on this day a balmy 35F. Despite the gloom one thing shines through -- the grin engendered by the trip, the travel, the road.
Damn, I love it so.