Serial Tableau --- Saturday Morning Ride

Inspired by a comment on Rush Hour Rambling...














65 miles, fair weather.

Lazy Bastard or Reasonable Rider

I already had my earplugs in, helmet on, and ready to thumb the starter when I realized I still had my low work shoes on. Normally I ride with over-the-ankle leather Wolverine boots but I forgot to change before leaving my office. I sat a moment pondering what to do.

Riding home here in rush hour traffic is not the battle that urban commuters face on a daily basis. There is definitely more traffic but it only adds five minutes to the non-rush hour travel time.

I'll also admit to not wearing the armored pants either. Haven't been wearing them consistently since the weather warmed up. Even so I can't say the heat is the reason since temperatures still hover in the low to mid 40's in the morning. I've convinced myself I'm dressing for the ride. A reasonable thought. I might even believe it if it weren't for the fact that I have been letting the pre-ride tire pressure checks slide to weekly ones. And let's not talk about oil and fluid level checks. I suppose as my skill in manipulating the scooter have improved so much that there is really no need to put my feet down at stop signs. Perhaps the mental energy I am burning to consider these changes is merely a way to avoid thinking about more important topics. Or not.

On this ride home I feel unexpectedly exposed and vulnerable on the Vespa. I notice a tire-eating opening in the pavement that I hadn't seen before. Waiting at a traffic light I see two T-short clad, tennis shoe wearing, sportbike riders scream around a Greyhound bus and I marvel at their faith in what might be in front of that bus.

Farther along I try to convince myself that riders competing in the Tour De France travel at speeds comparable to what I'm doing. A look in my rear-view mirror at a couple arguing in the cab of a Ford F250 truck two car lengths behind me highlighted one difference between Lance Armstrong and myself.

I did go back into my office to change shoes. I have consistently been wearing full-helmet, earplugs, armored jacket, gloves, long pants, and boots. But not wearing the armored pants has bugged me for some reason. Commuting in jeans and running errands without the Tourmaster Overpants feels nice. I've gotten down on my knees often enough in the driveway to do something and felt the electric pain when a sharp pebble drives itself into my knee to realize that armored pants offer more than skin protection.

On the way home I stopped to look at some trees in bloom at a local cemetery that claims to be the birthplace of Memorial Day.

There is a large bronze statue there of three women laying flowers at the grave of a soldier fallen during the Civil War. I arrived home safe but without resolution of my personal concerns.

This morning I road to work fully geared because it was raining. The ride home was even worse in a torrential downpour. I don't know what the heck is up with my gear but by the time I got home I was drenched from the waist down. Time to look at some changes. Wet at 75 degrees on a short ride isn't bad though. Just made me feel like I accomplished something!

Quick Ride, Quick Breakfast

Ferns are unfurling and spring plants in bloom. I hate to admit it but I would rather be at home with Kim and the dog working in the garden. I haven't put the Vespa away for the season though but I do hear more competing voices in my head this time of year. Getting up early always allows for a quick ride to some breakfast destination.

My friend Paul hadn't come outside to play yet when I arrived at his house. His Harley-Davidson Fatboy was still under wraps. Didn't take long to fire it up and make a decision to head north to the Sunset West Restaurant for breakfast. As any experienced rider knows there are two routes to any destination; the route you take when you are driving and the route you take when you are riding. They are not equal in time or distance.

This morning's route took us along Spring Creek and through Fisherman's Paradise. Nice place to stop and look around but with an empty stomach and waiting garden we rode on to Sunset West.

While waiting for breakfast to arrive Paul was showing off a new cell phone that he got from Europe. I was trying to remember to make an elegant portrait of the food presented much in the same manner that Gary Charpentier does on Rush Hour Rambling.

The results seem to indicate a lack of respect for food on my part. I eat first and ponder what happened later. Or never. I'll keep after the food portraits.

After breakfast Paul was headed to the local Harley dealer while I was making a beeline home. Like a bee I had to buzz around for a few more pictures stopping to admire the open road and yet another lone tree along a ridge.


Now I am ready to get to work.

Riding Safely Doesn't Come Naturally

I saw this video on Bikes in the Fast Lane Motorcycle News. It highlights the thought process that an experienced rider might go through in a similar situation. It also begs the question if an experienced rider would ever get into this situation in the first place. And things happen very, very quickly on the road.

Either way it reminded me that buying a motorcycle and getting a license in no way prepares a rider to manage risk safely on the road. It doesn't even prompt a person to ask the right questions.



As a daily commuter and year round rider I realize my skills are limited and that I not only don't have all the riding answers, I don't even know what all the questions are. So I try and continue to practice and learn every time I get on the Vespa.

I have a lot of fun riding but I have a responsibility to myself, to my family, and to the other drivers and riders on the road to know what I'm doing. I want to be a rider --- not an owner who happens to take the machine out on the road.

Dan Bateman's Musings of an Intrepid Commuter blog is loaded with posts that help a person embrace intelligent action. He is a master - teaching or riding.

Just a few of his riding skills posts:

Aim First, Then Fire --- help with negotiating curves.
Braking in a Curve
Part II, Stopping Quickly in a Curve

If you take some time and pour through Dan's blog you will find a wealth of information that will make you a better and safer rider. And if you post it can be like having your own personal riding coach! I'm hoping Dan doesn't start a PayPal system for solid advice.... *grin*

Vespa GTS on the Long Ride

With plans turning in my head for longer trips I decided to assess the performance limits of the GTS against my own limits as a rider. With clear skies and the temperature at 45° F I rolled down the street at 6:30 AM with only a vague idea of what I would do other than take a long ride.

After reading stories of traffic nightmares on Rush Hour Rambling, Midwest Scooter Enthusiast, and Musings of an Intrepid Commuter I've become aware of how little traffic there is here in the sticks and this Sunday morning the roads seemed even more empty than usual. At one point I remember thinking that something terrible had happened and everyone was at home glued to their television.

I did have one chore to mix in the ride. I had to deliver motor and hub oil to my father-in-law Bob for his Vespa ET4. I rode along the winding country roads I usually take on this 49-mile trek and after an hour I had only gone 20 miles.

The light was striking on the emerging spring landscape and I wasn't able to travel without constantly stopping to take pictures. If I had any hope to see how the scooter would perform at a distance I was going to have to learn to stifle my visual senses a bit. With the picture of these lone trees near Seven Stars I made an oath to ride directly to Altoona. I passed quite a few subjects beckoning to me like sirens but I rode on. I knew I had shifted gears mentally to ride and not photograph when I made the turn onto the approach ramp for Interstate 99.

The Vespa GTS has an advertised top speed of 76 MPH and I was pleased to be able to cruise along easily at an indicated 70 MPH. The highway is relatively new and the road surface smooth and free of potholes and tar snakes. The absence of traffic continued save for the occasional passing SUV. With no wind and cool air I had a smooth ride into Altoona for that 25-mile stretch.

Bob didn't know when I was coming and was surprised to see me in the driveway as he was coming out the front door on his way to breakfast. We did a quick check of the fluid levels in his scooter and then I followed him to Kings for a quick bite before riding on. At age 70 he's still riding the Vespa as much as he can and having a blast.

The odometer showed 51 miles as I rode away from the restaurant. Air temperature was now at 54° F. Riding along 6th Avenue I made a decision to go south towards warmer weather by way of the Appalachian Thruway (I-99) to see how the scooter (and me) would do at sustained highway speeds on the 40-mile run to Bedford.

The thruway is a lovely (if a 4 lane highway can be) stretch of highway that follows the first ridge of the Appalachian Mountains south. The Vespa ran great on the highway that was almost empty. During this leg of riding I saw less than ten other vehicles. I was riding with the throttle wide open the whole way. Speeds on the long uphill sections would get to 65MPH and on the long downhill runs 85MPH. A passing car would cause a bit of air buffeting and a feeling of instability. It didn't take me long to figure out that much of the buffeting was my body being banged around by the air hitting me square in the chest and not necessarily the scooter. Tucking down low the scooter ran smooth and tracked along nicely. If I were going to do a lot of this kind of riding a windscreen would help. And tucking down shows a ride in speed as well with my body not acting like a sail.

Leaving the thruway at Bedford I have to make a decision --- turn around and go home or keep riding towards warmer weather. I'm not done riding yet so I head east on US 30 towards Everett, Pennsylvania.

I stopped for fuel there and saw one of the old movie theaters that every small town used to have. It's still standing as a reminder of what small towns used to mean though no movies playing anymore.

Leaving Everett on PA 26 I decide to head towards the Mason-Dixon Line and enter Maryland and the South officially.

Sure enough at the border was a marker commerating that famous demarcation line. The roads are the small winding country routes I find so attractive.

There are picture possibilities everywhere and my commitment to ride fades a bit and the camera comes out for a while and my progress dwindles again.

Eventually I find I-68 and the US 40 Scenic Route. Heading east towards Hancock, Maryland I see two other vehicles and my first motorcycle.


No one seems interested in the scenic route. The season is a couple weeks ahead of us and the Dogwood and Redbud blossoms are in full bloom.

Riding down this stretch of road I have an opportunity for a good deed. I pass a box turtle trying to make his was across the road. Even with almost no traffic I figured it would be a good idea to stop and help him across. He is now safely in the woods after posing for a quick picture.

The scenic route ended as it merged with I-68 heading towards Hancock. Maryland traffic here was heavier and fast. I stayed in the truck lane for most of the way until I had to pass a tractor-trailer. I began running into the rev limiter on this stretch. I thought the engine was starting to misfire until I realized what it was. Not sure why I didn't notice it earlier on the Appalachian Thruway because I thought I was going just as fast.

I exit the interstate and ride south on US 522 towards the Potomac River and West Virginia. I begin seeing my first groups of motorcycles out for their Sunday rides and I am happy to report that almost every rider gave the low wave. Many initiated it first and passing long groups I just left out my hand as we swept by. No evidence of scooter rejection, not even by the leather clad V Twin groups. I was a fine day all around.

Riding into Berkeley Springs, West Virginia I had ridden as far as I was going to today - 133 miles - at least in one direction. After a stop to stretch my legs I headed north towards home. Not wanting to retrace my steps I rode on I-70 north into Pennsylvania. This is a heavily traveled route with lots of trucks. The wind had picked up and I found myself being knocked around more than earlier in the day but was still able to find a comfortable speed to manage the wind, road, and traffic. I even was passing people on this 25-mile leg of the trip.

Exiting in Breezewood, Pennsylvania I headed west on US 30 where I found PA 26 again which would take me all the way home. I stopped at the Eats and Treats for a cheeseburger and fries and a longer stretch. From there a straight run home on winding roads for nearly 70 miles. Total mileage - 258 miles.

Home safe and writing now I know a few more things about the Vespa and myself.

• The scooter is capable of sustained highway riding if necessary.
• My ass is capable of 9 hours in the saddle with some occasional breaks if necessary.
• Taking pictures really slows things down.
• I'm ready for some tours.

Lois on the Loose

While perusing the newly released books at our local library I came upon Lois on the Loose by Lois Pryce. Any book with a picture of a motorcycle on the cover gets my attention. This one recounts Lois's story of riding from Anchorage, Alaska to Ushuaia, in the Argentine province of Tierra del Fuego at the southern tip of South America.

Pryce has a lot of good stories to tell. I connected right from the start with her painfully familiar description of how the day-to-day workplace can feel if you would rather be riding.

I smiled at her experiences with other riders giving sage advice concerning the suitability of making the trip on a small, underpowered Yamaha XT225 Serow. I suppose holding the book in my hands refutes those judgments. Pryce does point out one leg of the trip that her little motorcycle wasn't up to but I seem to remember that involved riding at 14000 feet or something. She took the low road instead.

Making this trip largely by herself and without a formal support or backup systems seems remarkably courageous to me. I can't see myself doing it. I'm really glad she has the writing and storytelling talent to allow me to share the trip vicariously.

If you are interested in more information about the trip, book, bike, whatever, check out her Web site --- Lois on the Loose.


Sojourn Chronicles

D. Brent Miller, author of the Sojourn Chronicles blog recently interviewed me for a podcast, which is now available HERE.

Brent is planning to produce a regular podcast and you will find one with Carla King who like Lois Pryce had her own riding adventure. She made a solo-circumnavigation of the United States on a Russian sidecar motorcycle.

If you have a minute check out Brent's site and the podcasts.

Solitary Riding

Paul Ruby inside the Scarlet D in Mifflinburg, Pennsylvania

Nothing on two wheels surpasses the experience of riding alone. For me at least. Following or leading one or more other riders necessitates attention to the other riders, narrows choices during the ride, and makes the ride seem more mechanical to me. At its best riding is a respite from the demands and labor of the day. It is a temporary suspension of any need to respond to other people. Riding with another rider isn't terrible; it just isn't my first choice.

I seldom ride with anyone else. Not counting one scooter rally I can count on two fingers exactly how many other riders I have ridden with. When the ignition is turned off and we are talking, eating, or just looking around it's great. But on the road I guess I'm just selfish. I want to stop when I feel like it just to take a longer look at something. I've stopped to enjoy a fragrance of wet conifer trees or trees in blossom. I stop to look at the water shimmering in the sunlight of a creek running along the road. And I feel the desire to stop to photograph every solitary tree standing alone in a field. Riding with others I feel the pressure to keep moving whether that is actually true or not. Regardless solitary riding is a time when I do what I want.

Paul Ruby and I rode yesterday and I had a great time. But I watched many photo subjects move by. We planned to ride to a farm equipment auction about 50 miles away. The temperature was 38° F when I left the house and remained in the mid forties until crossing two ridges into Big Valley. The temperature rose steadily until we got to the auction site.

Auctioning in general and farm auctions in particular are one of those timeless activities in the rural areas of Pennsylvania. This one was no different. I saw the gentleman on the right had an ABATE insignia on his shirt and could not help but wonder how confident he was. Not much at all between his head and the road.

Leaving the sale and heading north along US 522 brought us past this growth of forsythia.

It was odd for so much of it to be growing along the road with no houses in sight. It surely is a sign that the cold weather is now behind us.

After a relaxed lunch at the Scarlet D in Mifflinburg, a piece of Fudgy Wudgy cake included, we headed home. The farmers have been busy preparing fields for planting and at times the landscape looks like a desert. When I look at this picture I can almost imagine riding in the southwest.

The rest of the way home was sunny with the temperature a comfortable 74. I pulled in the driveway with another 120 miles on the odometer but no new pictures save for the snapshots I post here. Those will have to wait for a day of solitary riding.

Photo Hunters --- Steps

I'd hoped to produce something original this week for the theme STEPS. Bad ideas and little time conspired together to force me towards my photography archive for an appropriate photograph. I made the picture of the ancient fire escape on the local Odd Fellows Hall almost 10 years ago. Those steps are intended to save a life.

My second choice was this wooden walkway that crosses a local wetland. Each time I look at it appears to ask to step across. I had some other ideas but they all seemed to involve parking my Vespa in front of a set of steps. If I could have thought of something even more stupid I might have actually made the picture.

The weather has warmed considerably the past couple of days. Today saw the thermometer pass the 70° F mark making riding relaxed and comfortable. I stopped on the way to pick up dinner at a local restaurant to photograph this old wooden clapboard building. I have seen it for years and have no idea what its for. Just looks neat.

On the way this evening to get some DVDs I stopped in the warm glowing of the setting sun. It's nice not to have to worry about my hands freezing every time I make an image. Tomorrow morning I plan to leave early to ride 60 miles to an auction with my friend Paul. From there I don't know where I'll go. Wherever it is I'm certain I'll have a good time.

The Simple Breakfast

I'm certain that eating and drinking establishments are the single most popular destination for riders. It's not like I see a lot of bikes or scooters parked at the bank or hardware store. Can't remember the last time I saw a motorcycle at the drug store. My experience confirms the magnetic attraction to places you can sit down, unwind, and consume.

This is a good thing. One of those wonderful unexpected gifts of riding like increased awareness and appreciation of life. For me it is most often presented as the simple breakfast. Often I dine alone during an early morning ride happy and content to sit in a diner or restaurant eating and watching the world go by. Other times I share a meal with a fellow rider. This past Wednesday morning I made a peaceful early morning ride into town to have breakfast with a non-riding friend.

Arriving in town early presented the opportunity to park in front of the stylish Abercrombie and Fitch store.

I'm unsuited and unable to go into the place unwilling to purchase simple attire adorned with the A&B logo. If that's not enough the loud music blasting from the front doors complete the job though I suppose I could keep my 32 dB earplugs in.

Just down the street in the landmark Corner Room restaurant. It's been here a long time. Their Web site says since 1855.

I think they opened when the Farmer's High School first opened and have remained in business in that location since. I visited my first summer as a student in 1972 and the turkey club sandwich is just as good today as it was then. But I'm waxing nostalgic now.

This morning I had breakfast with my friend Howard and his dog Charles - a fellow photographer, hiker, backpacker, canoe paddler and dog owner.

This picture was made last summer during an early morning rendezvous at a local lake. Strangely enough those trips also include a post paddling breakfast.

Our discussion over breakfast included some rider killers like backpacking, hiking, and canoeing. It's the time of year when rivers here are full of water and the water ride is swift. A quick check of the river gauge shows the flow just about right for a weekend trip along the West Branch of the Susquehanna River, one of the state's beautiful waterways.

But it means not riding. Tough choices.

SCTRCST.com - Scooter Internet Radio

Since I am going to talk about me… I figured this would be the time to post one of the portraits my friend Paul Ruby has made of me during our rides. He says I never use them and he’s right. I explain why in the recent Podcast I was part of. One of the things I have thoroughly enjoyed as a moto-blogger (someday I hope to be able to bear the title of journalist but I have a long way to go on that count) is that I have crossed paths with so many other passionate riders, writers, photographers, and enthusiasts. Dave M at SCTRCST.com (read that Scootercast dot com) is just one of those passionate people. I had the recent privilege of being interviewed for one of his podcasts. You can listen here to Episode 6, Part One. Just click the PicklePlayer or iTunes icon in the right-hand navigation.

Dave is a great interviewer and made the entire experience a pleasure. Check out his site at SCTRCST.com. He has a cool tool to leave voicemail on his site that he may incorporate into a Podcast. If you get the chance to do an interview with Dave you should grab it!

Thanks again Dave for letting me talk to you and your listeners.

Paul Ruby made this picture of me not long after buying the GTS. Just getting the feel of things.

Winding Around to Nowhere Special

Other than a couple direct commutes I wasn't able to do much riding last week. The weather prognosticators were wringing their hands in excitement with the most recent storm on the way with predictions of up to a foot of sudden snow. The prediction kept shifting through the weekend and by Sunday morning I had enough and got on the Vespa to go for a ride. When I left home it was 39° F, raining, gray, and the forecasters threat of snow seemed unlikely at the current temperature. My desire to ride outweighed any concern of snow.

I had no plan or idea of where I would go and if anything influenced me it was the weather. I rode towards the darkest area of the valley where I could see the sky closest to the ground. As I rode along a local creek I got the idea into my head that I should experiment with the GTS riding across water.

Navigating down a little farm lane that crosses the creek I stopped to consider this line of thinking. I decided this type of action was not suited to the Vespa and better left for adventurers with big knobby tires and high mounted engines.

Not to be completely dissuaded I tried my hand at riding through some soft turf and mud. Those little scooter tires worked hard to keep me moving but I quickly tired of that exercise.

I was more interested in the landscape than I was in any riding challenges. I find myself transfixed by the way that the soft light renders the fields into muted colors with ink drawings. Or something like that.

The rain continued to fall lightly as I rode farther down the valley but not enough to force me to pull out the seat or bag rain covers. The topography in Penns Valley rolls softly between the ridges and there are ample opportunities to watch the sky change.

I kept riding and watching and stopping to make pictures. My goal for them as uncertain as my destination.

There seems to be no end to the roads and scenes I have available.

That thinking is probably influenced by the weather and the way it can transform a place. Shooting this picture over the handlebars of the scooter I was reminded for some reason of Ted Simon's book Jupiter's Travels. I've never read it and thought I would ride into town to see if the library had it.


Getting to the library gave my hands a welcome break from the damp cold and a chance to come back to life a bit before riding home. It wasn't the best weather to ride by any conventional riding wisdom but it was a great ride in practice. I'm sitting here now trying to decide if I should ride to work. It's 36° right now with patchy rain. The weather experts are calling for highs around 40 and periods of snow. Go figure. I'm thinking the roads will remain wet. They are also calling for wind with gusts to 50 MPH. That has me a little more concerned mostly because I am worried the Vespa might blow over in the parking lot. I could park in the garage though.

Hell with it. I'm going to ride.

Photo Hunters

Today marks the first time I am participating in Photo Hunters. What this means is once a week I have to post one of my photos either new or old that represents a predetermined idea. I thought the challenge of having to produce something specific outside of what I would normally do with the camera would be good practice. Practice as a verb. This week is HOBBY. I made the picture on a misty morning of the front end of my canoe gliding along the quiet water as Bald Eagle Creek was about to become Foster Joesph Sayers Lake.

When I first thought about the idea of hobby I was thinking riding or photography. I had to look at the dictionary definition to make sure I understood the word. I often think I know what's what but in practice I don't. I thought I was a good rider when I started riding again and when I explored that idea in the MSF Basic RiderCourse it turned out I was wrong.

The definition of HOBBY says a pursuit outside one's regular occupation engaged in for relaxation.

Canoeing meets the criteria of the definition especially since it doesn't require any kind of frequency because I don't canoe every day. Or even every month. Riding and photography don't actually meet the definition. I do them so much that they are a regular part of my life. They are my occupation or as George Leonard would describe in his book Mastery they are a practice. Practice as a noun and not a verb. Practice being a journey or path.

And I don't engage in photography or riding for relaxation. Sure, there are plenty of times it does relax me but there are times when I have to push or struggle. I engage riding and photography because they are an important part of the journey.

Photography Project Update

Lone sign along rural road in Sinking Valley

I've continued to make photographs aside from the pictures of the Vespa you seen on Scooter in the Sticks. I haul the Mamiya 7 along and photograph the landscape as I ride or as I walk or drive. Here are the most recent results.


I've been commuting to work this past week a bit. The weather has not been the best and a few days I drove because I just didn't feel up to riding. I could have pushed but when I sense my body resisting I feel it's best to pass.

This picture was taken on one of the mornings it was raining. The Vespa GTS 250ie has a built in waterproof seat cover that's stored under the seat. It's a little slippery to sit on but it keeps the seat in good shape. The MotoFizz bag on back also has I nice waterproof cover too.

More snow is called for today even though it is sunny with clear blue skies right now. I could be out riding but first I need to go to the grocery store for one of those big shopping trips.