"Bailey Island way," the elderly gentleman says.
"Lived there all your life," is the next question.
"Not yet," is the pragmatic answer.
A couple of weeks ago, Mike and I rode down Bailey Island way, with Tina and Kevin, a pair of scooter riders from Portland. The weather was so marvelous, it was hard to go inside to have lunch, but the Cribstone Bridge Restaurant is so wide open and is actually over the sea that the momentary confinement was pleasant.
Note Kevin's scooter - a 1985 Honda Elite 250