The thoughts, opinions, scooter adventures, and occasional short fiction of a Geezer on a scooter
MAINE: my final frontier. These are the voyages of the Scooter Vespa 250 i.e. Super. Its continuing mission - to explore America's most heavily forested state - to roam the vast coastline, numberless lakes, and mighty mountains. To boldly go where no scooter has gone before!
Friday, September 7, 2012
Never lost - just temporarily detoured
When Mike and I took a really memorable ride a while ago, we found ourselves at the end of a dead end road, complete with very large barking dog straining at its rope, with lunch on his mind.
The house we saw, guarded by an unseen but obviously vicious and hungry canine, was fairly typical of the area.
What made it notable was the artistry at the base of the chimney. "I wonder where the people are who do this kind of work?" I asked Mike.
"Dead! was his unfortunately likely correct response.
We stopped at a library Mike had found in his research for this ride, and we did what we are driven to do every time we ride together. Mike has just taken his photo of me as I wait for the little blue and green frames in my new camera to tell me something in the viewfinder is probably in focus.
Speaking of research, this is what Mike prepares every time we travel: First, the map ...
... then the directions, printed on file cards and mounted on his Honda Elite.
Even with all this, plus Mike's GPS phone - I have always managed to take a wrong turn. If I'm riding in front I go left, or south, or up, when I should have gone right, or north, or down. Then Mike hauls out the Big Book of Maps, and brings us back on course.
On this ride, our lunch destination was the Stationhouse Grill, where I ate too much - again. We had a perfect day for scootering. My wrong turn led us to what a local resident called "the last unpaved road in Berwick." (I thought we were in Standish - see, that's how it goes!)