Scooter-in-the-Sticks - Exploring life on a Vespa Scooter and Royal En...

Damn, the days are getting short.  Right now there’s less that ten hours of daylight.  With most of that time spent inside at work being able to see the melancholy light on our birch tree is a rare treat.  And a reminder of the end of things. Or something...

Struggling to focus my thoughts about a cold morning ride in the central Pennsylvania forest I heard my wife talking out loud about a book she was downloading — The Seasons of the Soul: The Poetic Guidance and Spiritual Wisdom of Hermann Hesse — and...

Riding alone has curative powers for my irritated mind.  Destination or route don’t seem to matter as much as being alone with my thoughts.  Being alone isn’t as much a desire as it is a need.  Without recurring doses of time alone I get: irritable grumpy...

Autumn is my favorite riding season.  It’s quietly exciting visually as the forest changes from green to gold and then bares it’s naked bones.  The falling temperatures push the body just enough to keep you awake and the frequent gray gloom overhead...