Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Dreaming of Riding

My dreams of hitting the road late into the season remain unrealized. Gone are the fast days of fall, the blur of color on a warm day, and sneaking out for an afternoon ride.

Winter is here and even though the days are getting longer, there is no end in sight. Only February lies ahead—a month of cold, of gray, of Groundhog Day. It is truly the dead of winter, the time of year when the more literary among us read the Russian novels that delve into the bleak realities of the human condition. I’ve opted for a regular pint at Zeno’s.

I dream of riding, of quick turns and lazy afternoons on back roads. I keep a list of small towns and promising diners. Of the places I remember from childhood and last week. I map them out on my topo, the same one where I log trout streams. Spring—or warmer weather, I don't care which—can't get here soon enough.


Conchscooter said...

People who live up north tell me the variation in the four seasons is what makes spring and summer enjoyable. I live in key west and empathize with your plight. I hope you will oublish lots of magnificent pictures when the time comes again.

Steve Williams said...

I've already finished four books, the latest was Tim Weiner's "Legacy of Ashes:A History of the CIA". And more are on the way. The only explanation for the time to do this is a marked decline in recreational riding. Maybe it's not a bad thing.

Anyways, the forecast calls for freezing rain and sleet this morning so the Vespa will have to spend another day in the garage. I could have ridden yesterday afternoon but I just fell in love with the couch. It's a seductive relationship...

Tomorrow promises rain and warm temperatures. A ride will mean lots of extra salt washing over the scooter. I'm ready for Key West I think...

Steve Williams
Scooter in the Sticks