200 Motels

Yes, it is. Nothing personal. I just don't find anything of substance in common with y'all, if you're here 'cause SCOOTERS. So, ride well, ride for your reasons, and leave me the fuck out of it all, thanks.

A Rose By Its Proper Name

I DGAF what you call this:

... or this:

... or even this horrendous, useless thing:

But this is a moped.

... and this, dear People of Earth, I now proclaim to be an...

... autocycle, or autobike.
Please update your lexicon, accordingly, and immediately. Fines will be issued.

It's So Flat, and So Straight

So, I've taken to using motorcycleroads.com to look for rides. The ride I did today was in the bottom 10% for Ohio, but goddamn... that anyone thought this was an especially noteworthy ride?  I've taken shits that were more exciting.

Here's The Rocinante, parked at my "scenic" destination. A municipal park, an hour west of my location. I fueled up on the way, as the one gas station where my Ohio Lottery points count towards free fuel was on the way, here. I only had two gift cards, both with about $1 credit on them, so after gassing up to the tune of $2.01, I was on my way!

After docking The Rocinante and walking up a steep hill, I was at the bottom of another steep hill. I need the cardio, so up I go.

Fraboulous joy -- a roadway bridge. Hiking for 10 minutes, into... the somewhat-manicured rural... greenery. This was visible from the top of the hill depicted in the prior photo.

Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at what three park markers assured me was the "scenic overlook." Um. Yeah. About that. I've seen more scenic ditches filled with mosquitoes and tadpoles.

Walking back, I notice Escape Stairs. As in, "God, get me away from this tick-infested hellscape of a completely non-interesting nature."

Well, it was a nice ride. I saw soybeans on my left for miles, and corn on my right. Then, I saw miles of corn on my left, and soybeans on my right. My grandchildren will tell this story for their entire lives, I'm sure of it.

Shitty April

Ohio takes some getting used to for a southern boy.

Still, the last two days have made for nice riding. 79°F yesterday, 62°F today. I can deal with either, but today it rained up until time for leave for work, then it stopped. While at work, it started raining again, and yet it stopped before I left work. After I got home, again the rain commenced.

I take this as a good sign.

Gonna buy a warm-weather helmet (3/4 with full-face shield) on one of my days off this week -- whichever day is nice enough to let me ride to get it.

And Of Course...

... everyone's seen this by now. Way to cover the brakes, Reynolds.

I'm An April Foo'

At least Bert is impressed with The Rocinante. I wish ridin' weather would come to stay, although 45°F isn't terrible.

Although It's Cold, Still I Roll

A frosty saddle gathers no moss.

Introducing: Rocinante

Named for the re-named Martian corvette featured in The Expanse, she's no broken-down horse. A 2013 Honda PCX150, she is missing the backrest (such as it is), and has a couple of scrapes from being dropped (not my doing), but she's mine, and she runs like a scalded ape.

Wintertime is the time to buy bargain scooters, I tell ya.

17mm

Coming Soon