Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Riding: Other Ways Home
I know, without a doubt, that my life would be more ordinary if my movement through the world was limited to the comfortable confines of a car. A satisfied grin marked my face as I scrambled around in the gravel along a line of dumpsters. Looking out beyond the Vespa towards Tussey Ridge, sitting on the ground, I was happy.
When was the last time you sat on the ground by yourself?
At 57 years old I'm still curious and get excited by strange things I see. And maybe more excited that I actually see things. And concerns for appearances and behavior are mostly in the past leaving me free to roll around on the ground in a yellow and black riding suit to take a picture regardless of who might see me.
Riding the Vespa changes things. Changes what I see and do. And for the better. In a car, the commute to and from work is painfully ordinary, a trip from A to B on the shortest route, radio playing, mind wandering, arriving at a destination startled and wondering how I got there.
It's almost never that way on the Vespa. I always know what happened. While riding I'm a man in full possession of my senses of sight, sound, smell, touch and taste. It's good. Life's richer on a Vespa.
Even amidst a village of dumpsters.