Sunshine in a Cup

The temperature when I got up was 14 degrees F. Just at the point where I waffle about riding the bus or the scooter. It was still dark outside so that doesn't help, and oh yeah, there was snow on the road too. I postponed the decision until after a shower and breakfast. Twenty minutes later the temperature was down to 12 degrees.

I really wanted to ride the Vespa and nothing good is ever easy so I suited up and pushed the scooter into the snowy driveway. While it warmed up I walked out to the street to size up the road surface. Snow and ice. Dry. I figured I could handle it. The sun was coming out so how long would it last anyways?

When I got to the main road it was mostly clear with just a few wet spots here and there. I road straight into town but passed my normal parking spot and rode on to the one near Starbucks. I’ve ridden in colder weather but I was chilled to the bone by the time I parked. I walked directly into Starbucks for some hot chocolate to warm the insides and bring some direct heat to my numb hands. Went back outside after a few minutes and gathered up my stuff and headed off to work. Another fine morning ride in the cold but to be honest I can’t wait for warmer weather.

Scooter Destinations

I want to consider a comment made by Dan Batemen on his " Musings of an Intrepid Commuter" blog---that coffee shops are a natural habitat of motorcycles. For those reading who have never had direct experience with two-wheeled motorized vehicles there is no truth to the premise that they are sentinent metal creatures. They are machines and respond to the commands of the operator save any intervention of physics or mechanical failure.

So the idea of "natural habitat" must reflect the operator. And operators being endowed by their Creator with free will make the choice to stop where they would. The gap between stopping at Starbucks and the local tavern is wide. I often see numerous motorcycles parked in front of taverns and wonder how many are having a cheeseburger and coffee.

I stopped at a coffee shop today, one at the local Barnes and Noble. I was drawn mainly by cold, I couldn’t go any further without having my hands fall off. They are a nice place to have something hot to drink, write in my journal and have a snack. I can find a similar focus sitting alone in a café as I can while I’m riding.

What other destinations do motorcyles gravitate towards?

Black Dog

I've been so tired this past week that our dog, Essa McCloud, has had her physical activity limited to runs around the yard. I told Kim last night I would Essa for a walk in the morning. Scooter riding would have to wait.

Essa and I headed up towards the mountain and did a couple miles in the cold. Air was crisp and wind was blowing steadily. You have to pay just as much attention in the woods when the wind is up as you do riding. All those widowmakers just waiting to fall on your head! Essa enjoyed herself and so did I. My knees were talking to me as we started up the mountain but nothing too bad.

Just returned from a scooter ride but no pictures----left the memory card in the computer when I downloaded the dog pictures. I hate stopping the scooter for a great shot only to see "No Memory Card" appear on the screen.

Rode about 40 miles, lots of errands and winding routes to various stops of interest. The scooter kept wanting to head towards Starbucks but I reined it in. Couldn't stop if from going to Barnes and Noble though.

The Vespa is running really well, just purrs along smoothly with no lag or stutters in performance. My riding skills are probably getting better too. All in all just a great way to start the weekend.

Snow, Google and Other Concerns

I checked the weather report last night and it called for clear, cloudy and tempertures near 40 degrees. I went to bed not feeling well but warmed by the thought that I would ride the scooter into work in the morning. No need to set the alarm since I wouldn't have to catch the bus. I felt better when I got up so I had breakfast, got dressed and went out to the garage. When I opened the door it was snowing! The road was covered and more was coming down. Following expert advice I've gleaned from "The Baron in Winter" blog I walked out to the street and checked the surface qualities. Grease. Snow at 32 degrees. It was really slippery.

The bus had gone. My 2WD Ford Ranger is almost unusable in snow, especially this kind of stuff. I could wait a couple hours for another bus. Could call a cab. Or I could take this opportunity to experiment with riding in a new road condition. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided to ride the scooter.

I carefully made my way over the snow covered backroads as I drove to work. I avoided the main ones where the cagers would be flying along at 60 MPH. In addition to the slippery surfaces the air was damp and my visor was really fogging up in ways it never does when it is colder. I had to watch for cars coming behind me so I could yield to them since I was going only about 20 MPH most of the way. I made it safely without incident. Several times I experimented with braking and sliding to see what that would be like. And I had to be careful when I was stopping and putting my feet down because they wanted to slide out from under me. Everything considered I was comfortable that I could ride in snow in limited ways.

Google. I saw in one of the posts on the MADTV blog a comment about links generating Google juice. I knew that Google factors into is search scheme how many sites are linked to a specific site and that moves it up in the ranking. I had never tried to find my blog so I did a few tests. Searching for "Steve Williams" doesn't do anything helpful. I think there are a couple of us out there. Searching for "Steve Williams" and "scooter" brought me up as #1 out of 10,200. Pretty neat. And a few down was "The Baron in Winter".

Searching for "Vespa" doesn't find me and neither does any other combination of people searching for general Vespa or scooter riding information. But time will tell....

Finally, I have to wash the Vespa. When I parked it I saw a lot of salt spray on the thing. It is especially visible on the black parts. It is supposed to warm up today so maybe it will get a bath.

Planning a Trip

As I dream of warmer weather my thoughts tilt towards some kind of scooter trip. I recently purchased a rear rack so I can load more gear onto the scooter---a sleeping bag, tent, pad, backpacking stove, etc. Right now I have my sights set on something north of here, perhaps a trip to the Pennsylvania Grand Canyon in Tioga County. It’s about a hundred miles of rural backroads and beautiful scenery. I’ve investigated some campgrounds but mostly I just want to take a leisurely ride, see the landscape, be alone with my thoughts.

I hear a lot of talk about rallys and group rides but I just can conjure any interest in doing that myself. I like to ride alone. Or maybe with my friend Paul. But the big social events aren’t in my future.

Rode today to do a few errands and then took a swing out around town to see the open fields. This photograph was taken along one of the farm lanes I like to explore….

The Six Degree Ride

The thermometer read 6 degrees Fahrenheit when I got up. I wanted to see how I hold up under the lower temperatures---my previous low being 15 degrees. I dressed in my usual gear and pushed the scooter out of the garage for a few minutes warm-up. It turned over easily and in several minutes I was headed down the road. I immediately felt the icy air cutting through my jeans and long underwear at the tops of my thighs. Not bad, but definitely a new feel. I would through the back roads and streets towards town and after 20 minutes my hands were growing numb.

Parked the scooter in town and walked to Saint’s Café for hot chocolate and a bagel. My hands welcomed the warm steamy air. I relaxed for a while, read the paper, wrote in my journal and decided to ride over to my friend Gordon’s house. I took another windy route and this 20-minute leg found my hands and body fine. The temperature had climbed into the teens under a blue sky and bright sun. So it seems that I can ride OK as long as the temperature is at least in the teens and things are dry. Anything lower will require electric gloves I fear.

Finally got my rear rack yesterday. Stopped at Kissell Motorsports and they had it on in 15 minutes. Now I am ready for some scooter camping when spring arrives. Also finished watching "Long Way Round" - the documentary of Charlie Boorman's and Ewan McGregor's ride around the world. Twenty minutes of cold doesn't seem so harsh now.

Riding now, riding later

I left early this morning to ride---plug myself into the day and just feel the world. The temperature was 21 degrees Fahrenheit with a 20 MPH wind when I left. Snow was in the air and little wisps of snow blew over the road in places. I stopped at one point to make a photograph and that was a mistake. Hands froze immediately in the wind when I took off my gloves to fiddle with the camera. They never did get warm again until I pulled into the local library about 45 minutes later.

After about 20 minutes in the library to look at books and writie in my journal I headed to the Vespa dealer to see if I could get them to mount the rear rack I ordered. Good thing about frigid days is that no one has their bikes in the shop. fifteen minutes is all it took to have the thing mounted and be on my way.

As the warmer weather nears I have started thinking about longer rides. Day trips, perhaps and overnight. I want to ride to Ohio to visit my dad's grave. Haven't been there since he was buried. My friend Paul wants me to go on a real long ride with him to New Mexico. That's 2000 miles one way. I don't have that kind of time now that I'm working, but maybe one day. I just rented "Long Way Round", the documentary of Charlie Boorman and Ewan MacGregor riding round the world. 200 days. I'll live that trip vicariously.

Anyways, the microwave is dinging telling me that my tea is ready. Apologies to purists, I heat water in the microwave and use bags. The Earl Grey is hot though....

The Contemplative Ride

I have been thinking about why I ride. The easy answer is it’s fun, a recreational moment away from the noise of work and responsibility. The past couple days I have been reading why other people ride their motorcycles and scooters and have focused on a post on the “Musings of an Intrepid Commuter” blog site that suggests riding can be a path towards a wider understanding of one’s life. I find myself asking if a spirit of contemplation exists for me while I ride, something akin to the Buddhist idea of a meditative walk. There are common elements. I ride alone. I seek out empty stretches of landscape, places where I feel alone. Solitude.

I can’t always find the time to engage this sort of ride, but when I do the results are worth the effort. The temperature by morning will be in the teens but I plan to ride. It won’t be fun or recreational under those circumstances, but it will be positive. And I will feel better for doing it.

Breakfast Ride

Some mornings everything in the universe aligns and the day is perfect. The temperature at 7AM was 38F and rising, the sun was out, and I was going to ride the scooter to a local restaurant to have breakfast with my friend Howard.

Riding in I could see the warm glow of sunlight across the empty cornfields and along the ridgetops. This was one of those days I wished I could just keep riding and skip work. Such is not to be and I had to go to the office after breakfast and get "busy".

The Vespa awaits my return.

A Ride Before the Snow

Yesterday morning I was out on the road by 8:30AM. The air was still at 25 degrees with a promise of snow beginning around noon. I had a few errands to run but my objective was to drive to Bellefonte to see the remains of the historic Bush House Hotel which just burned to the ground.

The Vespa had just been to the dealer for an oil change and new rear tire. They adjusted the valve lash and generally gave it a good going over to make sure everything was functioning well and the scooter passed with no problems or issues. Bellefonte is about 15 miles north of here as the crow flies so it would be a nice ride. Stopped at a nearby Sheetz market for $3.00 of gas and then on the road to Bellefonte.

Before Christmas I bought a pair of Roadmaster snowmobile gloves to keep my hands warm but they still get chilly so I had to stop once just to warm my hands from the heat of the muffler. I had frostbite a couple years back and that hand now gets cold fast---probably from poor circulation. The ride was beautiful and the air was clear. Coming into Bellefonte I could see the pile of rubble that was once a magnificent hotel. A steam shovel had already gotten to the remains so it was mostly a big pile of nothing. I turned up the street towards the Kool Beans Coffee shop and parked myself there to have a cup of hot chocolate before walking down to look at the rubble.

After leaving Bellefonte I made a stop at "Nature's Cover", a place that sells stone, gravel, top soil and other compents necessary for serious garden construction and maintenance. I got some prices on various things and figured this year I'll need about two dump trucks full of stuff. So much for transporting on the scooter.

I did run some errands that the Vespa was fine for. A stop at Angelina's Italian food store supplied me with a loaf of fresh baked bread, two pieces of a meat frittata, some cookies, piece of chocolate cake, and a few other little delicacies. Hung the bag on the hook on the front of the seat and rode home.

There is about 3 inches of snow on the ground now and I am not planning on riding for the next few days. I have a lot of work to do in the darkroom so it is probably a good thing I park the scooter. I find myself wanting to ride at the expense of doing other things that have to be done. Like finishing the work for an exhibition coming up in April. I even started to wonder if this BLOG is just a distraction from the things I need to be doing.....

Circumstances interfere with riding

I took the day off work today to do a few errands and then go for a ride. The temperature is 25 F but that's OK. Was going to swing by the Vespa dealer and have them install the new rear rack that I ordered. The plans were a lock. A few minutes ago I heard a "boom" in the basement. Walking down the stairs I could smell something wasn't right. Looks like the boiler or circulation pump has blown. Hot water everywhere. So much for the ride.

Seems like everything is getting between me and the Vespa these past 10 days. Now I have to hang around waiting for the repair people who will arrive anywhere between now and tonight.

So much for riding in the landscape. But I have hopes to still sneak out.