Vespa LX150 Riding Review

The weather was beautiful today and the temperature climbed to near 60 for the ride home. I took a detour through some farm fields where this picture was made.

With the scooter odometer turning 3000 miles today I thought it a good time to review performance, construction, quality and riding characteristics after months of use. Here goes….

I have to mention the selection process I went through in acquiring the Vespa LX150. I had my heart set on a new Triumph T100 last summer. I had been looking at it for months and I had decided to purchase one. My friend Paul suggested I try his Vespa ET4 over the Memorial Day weekend just to try out a scooter. I wasn’t really interested but he offered enough times that I felt it rude to not take him up on his offer. I hadn’t ridden it more than a mile before I was hooked. I thought I would hate not having a clutch and being able to run through the gears. The twist and go automatic transmission was a delight. Having both brakes at my fingertips was nice as well. The scooter was extremely nimble on the road with it’s small tires and I did not notice any stability issues at the speeds the scooter was capable of producing. During that weekend I dismissed any thoughts of the Triumph and decided on the Vespa.

I should add here that if you decide to purchase a Vespa (especially if you are a man) you had better be sure you have the courage to own one. It amazes me how many other men pick at the scooter, at me, at both together, as some sort of less than manly contraption that insults at a primal level. Or so it seems. Again, if you want one, you better be sure of your masculinity.

The Vespa LX150 has a 149cc Leader engine manufactured by Piaggio and has been a solid performer since I bought it. The only problem I had was at 12 miles the thing would not start and the dealer had to pick it up and take it to the shop. Turned out there was a tiny piece of rubber from the fuel line that must have been nicked off during assembly and clogged the carburetor jet. They removed the clog and the scooter has run flawlessly for the next 3000 miles. It starts immediately in all weather. I’ve ridden down to 5 degrees Fahrenheit. The engine runs smoothly and provides surprising acceleration for such a small scooter. The automatic transmission is smooth as well. Gas mileage is consistently around 68 miles per gallon. Top speed for me at 190 pounds is around 64 miles per hour on the flat with no wind. A bit faster if I tuck down. The brakes are exceptional with the front disc brake providing great stopping power. The body assembly is tight with no rattles or noises. The Vespa is a quality machine. The only complaint that I can muster is I wish the glove box were watertight. I have not seen any leakage while riding in rain but when I wash it and spray the hose in that direction I’ll find water inside.

The real positive points for me are the styling and the ride. The look of the Vespa LX150 is classic. Piaggio has done a fantastic job bringing the style to the new scooters and you either like them or you don’t. I like the fact that it stands out and is not something you see everyday around here. The ride is pretty amazing. I feel as if I am flying through the landscape but at speeds where I can actually appreciate what I’m seeing. It’s not a cruiser or sport bike but it is fun. I’ve ridden it on trips of 100 miles through back roads and farm lanes and I feel like I’m aware of every sight and smell. It is not a freeway machine though I have ridden it on the Interstate at times when traffic is low but a good general rule would be to stay on two-lane roads. I would have no fear riding it for hundreds of miles; I just need to accept that the ride will not be the fastest. The scooter is a rambling and meandering machine.

The only accessory I’ve added is a folding rear rack for $150. It allows me to add some luggage when the need arises. This spring I plan to add tent and sleeping back for a little scooter camping. Maintenance costs have been what I would have expected. At 600 miles and the end of the break-in period I had the dealer change the engine and hub oil and check all the other things they check. At 2500 miles I had a rear tire put on (those little tires wear fast), oil change, valve lash adjustment, check brakes, etc. Cost for that was a bit over $200 dollars. The next service will be in 1000 miles.

Final thoughts---- The Vespa is a well-built, solid performer. It is reliable and will last for years. It is not cheap as scooters go. Mine ran $4500 out the door with tax and license. The decision to spend on a Vespa for me was tied to styling. I wanted the Vespa look.

Ordinary Rides

The past few days I’ve been riding what I would call utilitarian rides – trips and journeys with fixed goals – errands, chores, destinations. These are the sort of trips that a scooter turns into one more enjoyable opportunity to ride. One of the big benefits of two-wheeled transportation. This image was taken on the way home from Barnes and Noble. It is a little insulbrick building that Kim loves. I detoured past it to make a picture for her computer desktop as a surprise. I’ll describe a few of my other “trips” but before I go on I wanted to share a sad event that happened just a half mile from my home and serves as a reminder to those who venture out on two wheels.

Bohdan Kulakowski, 63, of Boalsburg, was struck from behind while he was riding a bicycle near the ramp leading to the Mount Nittany Expressway. State College police said he was taken by to Mount Nittany Medical Center, where he was pronounced dead at 6:45 p.m. He was a daily bicycle commuter riding a similar route that I do on the scooter. He also rode year round. I don’t know the circumstances of the accident or who was at fault. I do know that by all accounts he was an experienced rider who met an unfortunate end. Accidents happen all the time but in the riding community they resonate in a way that accidents don’t in the cage community. Riders are aware of the danger. We watch for it and manage our actions accordingly. It seems to me most cage operators detach from it and act as if accidents are something that happen so others. It just seems so strange. An example of the way riders care for one another can be found in this thread about a scooter rider:

Riding community response to accident

For all of you out there, as Gary Charpentier of The Baron in Winter would say – ride well.

Bike Night

This past Monday evening was the season’s first “Bike Night” at the Quaker Steak and Lube. I was excited to see the new Vespa Scooters that would be on display but even more excited to see all the motorcycles that would be there and hear some riding stories. The sum total ended up being my Vespa LX150, my friend Paul’s Vespa ET4 and another friend Cliff’s vintage Lambretta. Not another rider in site anywhere. The temperature was around 25 degrees Fahrenheit and a few snowflakes spitting in the air but the road was dry as a bone. There were lots of owners about just no riders. I guess I’ll have to return when the temperature is 80 and you can ride in short pants and no helmet…..

Countryside Jaunt to Breakfast

I took the week off from work to do a little riding, work in the garden and not shave. I would often head out through the outskirts of town on my way to breakfast somewhere. This image was made along a little twisty road. I stopped at this grove of Black Locust trees wishing I had some logs and poles to build some things in the garden. As the universe would have it I was walking Essa yesterday morning and ran into the director of the local museum walking his dog. I inquired about all the woodlot clearing they were doing and what was going to happen to the wood. He said they were going to burn it all. Short story – I got four truckloads of Black Locust poles. I write now with sore hands, sore back, but lots of wood to build something with!

Night Ride

I rode to an art supply store to buy some paint brushes for Kim and I absolutely loved being out in the night. The roads were nearly deserted. It was cold and some snow flurries here and there but nothing on the road. I really enjoy riding at night, seeing the stars, and just feeling the energy that comes with the even heightened awareness that comes while navigating through the night.

Fear in the Cage

I rode away from my house this morning for no particular reason with no particular destination in mind. It was sunny and the 20 degree Fahrenheit temperature was bracing. The Vespa moved easily up the hill and before long I was riding along Brush Valley Road. Something felt different, I was riding more fluidly and the scooter, the road and I seemed perfectly in tune. It’s a lovely feeling.

I stopped to make this photograph and just take in the world. It was nice to just be out in it. No cars or trucks, just me. As I rode towards town I started seeing other vehicles and began to notice how many people were talking on cell phones. I had read Dan Bateman’s post on Musings of an Intrepid Commuter about this subject and it got me thinking. Before I go on I need to confess that I talk on the phone while driving. And I’ll also admit that I believe that I can handle it. After all, I’m different than everyone else, I’m a better driver, I’m careful, blah, blah, blah. I know this is a rationalization to feel better about talking on the phone knowing how dangerous it is.

I thought about this while riding into town. I stopped at a traffic light and watched five cars pass in front of me. Four were on the phone. I saw more pass while I parked the scooter at the library. I saw people walking down the sidewalk talking on the phone and one person answered a particularly loud and annoying cellphone in the library. I’ve been chewing on this all day. What is going on with cellphones? How did we ever live without them?

I carry a phone with me while I ride but never think of using it while riding. When I “need” to use it I pull over. Works fine. But for some reason the idea of pulling over while driving is especially repugnant. There is a genetically coded imperative that whispers in my head to never let anything interfere with the forward motion of the cage.

Examining the “need” to use a cell phone reveals much of the root of this issue. Their isn’t much need. When I think of the times I talk on the phone while driving it is either because someone has called me, or I’m in too big a hurry to stop to call, or I’m bored. Let’s say the first two are important---the EMT is calling to find out a family member’s blood type and the second is because I’m rushing to pick someone up and I’m late and I want them to know I am on the way. Justifiable uses but not real frequent. If that was all cell phones were ever being used for there really wouldn’t be much of an issue. But that last one – boredom – that’s where the cell phone really shines.

I think boredom masks fear. Fear of being alone. People can’t stand to hear the voice in their head and they’ll go to great lengths to avoid it. The cell phone is just one of the many devices that can be deployed to make sure we don’t have to face ourselves. While riding I am never bored. Another benefit of two-wheeled adventure, even if merely commuting.

I’ve made a decision to not use the cell phone while driving. I want to afford others the same courtesy I expect from them when I am riding.

Chucklehead

The Vespa is running fine and there is nothing of note to say about it. I have ridden it to work a couple times this past week and the only area of concern occurred on St. Patrick’s Day. Upon riding into town I saw a long line of college students at 7AM lined up to get into “The Phryst”, a local watering hole that deals in green beer. The line was long, almost a block long. I immediately muttered an “oh shit” at the thought of leaving the Vespa parked along the street on this day that guaranteed a larger than usual number of drunks. I imagined the Vespa lying on its side covered in green puke.

I figured that if we could stand up to some snow and ice we could manage a few hundred green beer drinkers. The Vespa waited patiently all day and was in fine condition for the ride home.

Now on to “Chucklehead”.

In a previous life (30 years ago) I was a serious table tennis player. That’s ping-pong for those of you not fully informed on the nature of the 40mm ball…. A few weeks ago my college roommate from the early 1970's, Joe Tarantino, called and asked if I wanted to play in the Pennsylvania Team Championships. I told him the last time I played was in 1976 at the National Team Championships at Cobo Hall in Detroit. “It’s just for fun” was all I needed to agree. The Vespa has been wondering where I’ve been the past two days---I was cheating on it, playing table tennis, an obsession from my past.

Obsession is not an overstatement. I nearly flunked out of college because the 30 hours a week of practice sort of gets in the way of any academic activity. Add travel to tournaments and the general exhaustion that goes along with playing so much --- you get the picture.

Sam Steiner, the tournament director and old friend, estimated my player rating at 1600. At my best my rating was 1810. This puts me in the intermediate level of play, a mere humble shadow of the professional players. Think of it as the difference between Lance Armstrong and a really good local rider. As it turns out Sam was overly generous in his assessment. I was thinking I would fall nearer 1200 and the two days of play was witness to that. I did manage to win a few games and even one match. And more importantly I didn’t hurt myself. I’m writing now in the glow of two Extra Strength Tylenols. Remember, I’m talking table tennis, not ping-pong. You can get carbon fiber rackets now.

Now, I promise, on to Chucklehead.

Thirty-four teams were gathered with play underway on 20 Stiga Expert tables. I was playing the first match (and only match) I would win during the entire tournament this morning when a loud cry echoed through the gymnasium – “You Chucklehead!!!”. John Rameriz of the South Park Table Tennis Club of Pittsburgh deserves credit for the comment. It was a cry of some performance frustration and immediately transported me back in time to other tournaments and other yells. I remembered in an instant all the good times I had so long ago. And that brings me to the point of this blog entry. Finding a balance in life.

The desire to ride parallels the desire I felt to play. And a little spark is glowing again. Hmmm, how could I manage riding and playing? Maybe I can ride to tournaments, off to New York and Maryland and Indiana and Minnesota by Vespa. And I know if I start playing again I’ll want to play well which means practice. And my brain is off to the races, chewing on the problem. Riding, work, family, chores, photography, garden, school – can I add table tennis to that mix? How much am I entitled to?

For now I’m just going to let it go, let God show me the path. I have the coming week off from work and I plan to do a little riding, a little napping, and little hanging out with Kim. And I’m sure I won’t be able to avoid the desire to think about table tennis.

I’m such a chucklehead.

Owners and Riders

A friend brought me this brochure from a Rome scooter and motorcycle rental place. The image on the cover made me think about how people have reacted to my scooter and the ideas they have about people who ride them. Reactions range from those people who think it is a neat little toy to scoot around town to near revulsion by others (men) who appear to be deeply threatened by the very existence of such a machine. Perhaps they believe a scooter fundamentally defiles the idea of machine as an example of man’s dominance over the world.

The other thought that comes to mind is there is a difference between riders and owners. I draw a parallel in my experience with photography. There are many people who own and talk about cameras but seldom, if ever, make photographs. They find immense satisfaction in deep consideration of every tool and toy related to cameras and photography. And often they have a deep, deep belief in a particular camera and no other will do or compare. This same pattern exists with many scooter and motorcycle owners---Vespa, Lambretta, Harley, BMW, etc…..

And then there are riders. There are people who own cameras so that they can take pictures. They may spend lots of money and buy fine equipment but they have it as a means to an end. They use it. The camera is not only a sunny day instrument. It can get wet and marred and scratched by use. The lens won’t quit performing due to specks and spots or cleaning marks. The same thing happens with riders. The ride is the goal and the machine is the vehicle to experience it. Use brings wear and tarnishes the possibility of maintaining a pristine state. Miles add up. A scooter or bike shows its age.

I’m not saying that one path is better than the other, they’re just different. But I am always a bit surprised at the dismissive attitudes people can generate against something they don’t (can’t, won’t) believe or accept. I smile or don’t say anything anymore when someone tells me what I need or should have in a camera, scooter, home, job, clothes, investment, food, whatever…. I know what I like. All this from little brochure from Italy. And this is the kind of stuff I write when I'm not riding. Haven't been on the scooter since Saturday. Will ride tomorrow morning.

The Sixty Mile Breakfast

The weather warmed considerably and with clear skies and 45 degree temperatures I decided to take a longer than usual trip on the Vespa. I almost always head north or west on my rides but for some reason this time I was drawn south. Today was the first time I had my new Tourmaster Over Pants on. It was nice to finally have some windproof-armored pants with pockets! And I’ll say right now that I love these pants.

I headed out PA Route 45 towards Pine Grove Mills and headed up the mountain. The scooter could maintain 45 MPH up the grade but I had to wave on a few cares that wanted to go faster even though I was at the speed limit. Traffic was almost non-existent as I rode down the other side towards the turnoff at Stone Valley and route 305. This road was a typical rural secondary road, high crown and rough asphalt surface. No holes or anything but just rough. I moved along the road at 45PMH and that seemed fast---so many blind turns and crests that I figured at this speed I would have time to see my life flash in front of me should some feed truck be in the wrong lane. I rode pretty defensively. I saw another cyclist in my rear view mirror moving pretty fast and he went right by me with a wave. A BMW 1200 GS. As I came over the next rise I could see him going over the next and realized he was really going fast. My first thought was that I am a pretty lame rider to not be going faster. The scooter could easily go faster but then I thought what faith that guy has that nothing or no one is going to get in his way. At that speed it didn’t seem like you could do anything. It is what scares me about any thoughts I have of bigger stronger two-wheeled vehicles. I will go faster because I can and not because I should. Those of you motorcycle riders feel free to weigh in if I am just being a wussy here.

The road allowed me to leisurely ride to Petersburg and then on to Alexandria. The sun was warm and I was completely comfortable save my fingertips. The temperature was in the 50s by now but after about 50 minutes of riding I could tell they were tingling a bit. Not enough to be concerned about but present. I decided to take bacon and eggs at the Crumb Diner in Huntingdon. It’s one of those classic old metal diners where you can have breakfast for 3 bucks. My fingertips were white and it took a good 15 minutes for them to come back to life. I am sure it is related to the old frostbite injuries.

After breakfast I stopped across the street at a Sheetz store to get gas. Several other riders were there with Harleys and Sport bikes and they gave the Vespa the smiling sneers that I often get. One of them inquired on the fuel economy and the other asked if it was legal to ride that little thing on the road. I smiled and said 68 miles-per-gallon and reassured the other that both it and I were fully licensed. They were sort of shocked when I told them I had ridden down from Boalsburg on a sixty-mile path. They were just riding around town. I let them know you could ride it anywhere as long as you weren’t in a hurry.

The ride home was as enjoyable as the ride down and the scooter performed perfectly. The photo was made on the way home just outside of McLevy’s Fort. There is an old family cemetery at the top of the hill where the trees are.

Walk Then Ride

Its been a hectic week at work. Projects are underway and require my input or attention and a new really large and complicated one has just launched that could easily eat up half of my time. The balancing act can be draining and leaves me feeling anxious, unsettled and tired by the end of the day.

I park my Vespa in the free motorcycle parking area about a mile from my office. I could park closer but the walk to the office and back to the scooter has enough therapeutic value that I continue with this arrangement. It’s a good 15-minute walk across campus before the scooter roars (purrs) to life. Today the campus was deserted during my walk giving an added and welcome level of solitude. The walk makes the ride home stronger. Instead of departing a zombie for the first few miles the physical activity resets my brain and when I turn the throttle I am focused and ready.

As I was pulling on my helmet and gloves I noticed the reflections of passing cars in the finish of the scooter. I am still enamored by the Vespa and it consistently finds its way into photographs for no other reason than I like the way the damn thing looks. I imagine it in adventures and rides and just smile. For some reason today I sat down on the sidewalk with the digital camera and made some images. Something seems odd about a 51+-year-old man sitting on the sidewalk in a yellow and black riding jacket taking pictures of a Vespa. That’s what I come to at this stage of my life. I guess it’s ok.

I liked the way the scooter is juxtaposed against the FedEx truck. Reminds me that I can stand up on the road with these big boxes. The ride home was relaxed and the world was magical in a way I only recognize from the car when the light is unusual or dramatic. I made the image at the top of the page on Monday evening while riding. It was grey and the sun was going down through a cloudy sky. A small glow of sunlight filtered through the clouds for an instant and I stopped to make a photo. I am sure I would have missed it in a cage.

Forward Motion

If there is a reliable constant in my life it is a lack of forward motion. I'm capable of pursuing the perfect decision at the expense of any decision. It does not discriminate and applies to every aspect of my life. My daughter has gently prodded me in this blog and my wife has done so privately to move me towards buying more protective riding gear. As those of you who ride know the array of products is mind-boggling and opinion ranges from casual to evangelical. It is fertile territory for me to defer the decision to some other sunny day....

I did make the decision to buy a pair of inexpensive Tourmaster Overpants with hip and knee armor. They'll be fine. Better than jeans and at a price I can afford. And I bought some earplugs to protect my hearing while I ride. I've used them before while working with powertools but using them underneath a helmet is sort of claustrophobic and unsettling. I rode the scooter out into the countryside just to get a feel for things and have decided I like them. I can concentrate better and things seem clearer. Strange.

The ride was lovely as I rode along the empty roads outside of town. I stopped to watch the sun go down by two big white pines that some farmer didn't decide to cut down for some reason. Once the sun went beneath the horizon I rode home to continue the forward motion. As some of you know I am completing my MFA in Art this semester and have a lot of work to do. After I make this post I'll tend to my artist statement that needs some attention. I've been putting off printing the 20x24 prints for the landscape installation I am going to show. It's more fun to ride the scooter.

If anyone is reading, expect me for chocolate chip cookies when the touring pants arrive Friday.

Up the Mountain

Today was the day I tried the Vespa up Pine Grove Mountain. The temperature was 22 degrees F. when I left the house and the wind was blowing stongly at about 20 MPH. As I traveled across PA Route 45 I felt the stronger gusts buffet the scooter. There weren't many cars on the road so I had the world to myself. It's 4 or 5 miles from Pine Grove Mills to the overlook at the crest of Pine Grove Mountain. This road is one of the notorious snow closed routes in central Pennsylvania and the Department of Transportation does their best to keep in open by dumping tons and tons of gravel and salt. As I made my way up the mountain at times it seemed like a gravel road. I took it wasy through the curves and was able to maintain almost 45 MPH up the mountain.

The parking lot at the overlook was ice so I was careful riding across it onto the small gravel area at the edge. The wind was strong and my hands froze right away as I fumbled to get the camera into play. I'm going to have to work on some winter camera solution that doesn't keep finding my hands numb.

The ride back down the hill was uneventful. A stop for gas at the Shell station at the bottom was an opportunity to warm my hands. Not sure what they were doing inside but it was so humid that my visor and glasses fogged up to the point I could not see anything. I fumbled for wallet and glasses long enough to get warm.

On the way back towards town I stopped along a cornfield just to stare down the road. I just love the roads that are empty--just me and the world.


From there I made my way to Saints Cafe in State College for a cup of hot chocolate and a bagel. My dreams of bacon and eggs faded during the ride. Stopped at the library for a few minutes and then on to Kissell Motorsports to check out riding pants and have them take some oil out of the Vespa's crankcase. Seems it was overfilled a bit.

Couldn't find the pants I needed so I think I will patronize one of the sponsors of The Baron in Winter and buy a pair of Darien pants from Aerostich.

Home now basking in the glow that always comes after a cold ride.

First Drop

Well, I dropped the scooter this morning.

It was snowing when I went to bed last night and I had no plans to ride today because I had to wear a coat and tie to work---not good riding clothes. I got up this morning and looked out at the road and saw it completely covered with snow and ice. The temperature was 19 degrees F. No riding today, I get my fancy clothes all sloshed up. If I had one of those Aerostich suits I could ride but certainly not in my dress clothes.

I remembered my foul weather sailing gear. Big bib overhauls, big coat, waterproof, I could wear that. Sure, there’s a plan. I can ride to work in the worst conditions so far. Great.

So I suit up, have my armored coat under the foul weather gear, take the scooter out of the garage and start it up, walk down to the road to test the surface, all the important steps. The road in mostly snow covered with a mix of packed snow and ice underneath---doesn’t look too bad.

I move onto the road slowly and test the rear brake, stops pretty well without much sliding so I’m all set. I come over a rise about 20 miles per hour and let off the throttle because I know there is a stop sign at the bottom of the hill. I see the sign but also wavy tire tracks from the cars that could not stop and one set going off the road. I put my feet down and gently apply the rear brake. All good---for a few seconds. I see it coming, the ice sheet with powdered snow ahead. I check the rear view mirror---nothing. When I hit the ice the rear wheel begins to slide left and the front wheel right. My foot is down on the ice as the scooter leans and I’m now a tripod sliding towards the stop sign. I hold everything in place until foot finally slips away and down I go. I turn or the scooter engine and get up and do what every good rider does first---look around to see if anyone has seen what a fool I am. Gratefully no one did and no other vehicles came along.

I pick up the scooter and give it a check and find no damage. Start it up and finish going down the hill, this time on the side of the road which is full of gravel and has traction. The rest of the trip is uneventful. The foul weather gear kept me dry and warm and the little fall to the pavement was well cushion with the armor in my shoulder area working just fine. The only injury occurring to my pride. I stopped another mile along to make a photograph of me in my new duds and to clear my visor. Seems the drop got my breathing quicker and was fogging things pretty fast.

So now I know what a 20mph drop feels like. Could I have avoided it? Probably. I could have been going slower, I could have run the stop sign to the bottom of the hill, or I can learn to hold the scooter better in those one-leg-down slides.

Riding at Dawn

I set the alarm clock early so I would have time to make a more leisurely ride into work this morning. As I rider I pay a lot more attention to the detail and nuance of weather forecasts that I would if I was driving or riding the bus. The details of weather matter. Before bed last night the forecast called for a possibility of snow accumulating less than an inch by 4AM. When I checked the forecast at 5:15 AM that forecast remained. Twenty minutes later the forecast called for clear and sunny. Go figure.

The temperature was a balmy 25 degrees F when I pulled out of the driveway. The sky was just beginning to show a warm glow from the soon to rise sun. There were few cars on the road but the ones that did pass seemed to stir up a cloud of salt dust, something I’m sure is good for my lungs. The ride was great and I love to see the sun rise albeit through my rear view mirrors this morning.

I don’t consider myself a daily commuter though lately I have been riding to work more regularly as I push myself to deal with the cold and snow. An ice storm is predicted this evening so I have already begun to wonder about riding in that weather.