Scootnashville Saturday Social Scramble

Glorious morning, feeling more like September in Nashville than August!  75°F upon leaving Smyrna @ ~9:50 a.m., and little to no humidity! This is odd. Above: Ed and Dan converse al fresca at Eighth and Roast.

Ross welcomes all, and explains the lack of a route, and the non-lack of ride rules.

Ed is The Man.

These ladies are also The Mans.

"Git yer helmets on, effers!"

Bomber art on a modern Vespa.

The coots pull into a spot across from the Percy Warner Golf Course, to receive n00b instructions from Rossifer.

Ancient Mayan architecture. Left by aliens. From space.

I like stone walls.

Wanda, with Nashville down in the hole behind her. Luke Lea Overlook, in Percy Warner Park.

The well-stocked Wanda.

Repost from the Catblog

Wink is deceptively simple... for morons, apparently. If I hadn't seen this screen 100 times since Friday evening, I wouldn't have had to viciously cockpunch that old man for innocuously uttering "uh-oh" in my presence, today.  ;)

Eighth and Roast's hipster/quasi-vegan (not) biscuits are small, pricy and delicious.

Landlady felt guilty, gave me this.  :)

There are good people doing good works in Nashville. Click to, well, you know. h/t Ed.

Honda kicks major ass, forever and always, ramen.

Mormons can  be people, despite the majority who present as advanced androids with can opener personalities.

Awww, KITTEH!

Awww, HOPPY BEER!  I want the 12pk/2-flight "Deconstructed" set... brewmaster preparatory classes!

Steve is a fellow Smyrnan, rides a kickass Vespa 300ie Super and knows some awesome backroads in Roofie County. Also?  Hell of a Nice Guy, and newish friend. Here's our ride today, map junkies!

Steve and I are considering a counter-club alternative to Nashville's The Snakes SC. That would be the Volunteer Scooter Cooter Collective of Middle Tennessee. Must be age 40 or over to enter. And if your main ride is Chinese, under 100cc or pink and/or flowery, you must have a visible tattoo.  ;) Face/neck, preferably.

GoodYear is spying on me. I knew I shouldn't have started with the Michelins and the Wink mesh net.
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Wanda's Wild Weekend

... of abandon!  Haw. Well, no.

We went to Aldi, Dollar General, Dollar Tree, Goodwill -- y'know, all the trendiest places in Smyrna. Also to Gregory Mill Damn Park so's I could walk (exercise!) and take some photos. Here she is in the park(ing lot):

I got some great VR panoramic shots, but not sure how to share them with ya, other than to link to one -- the embed code doesn't wanna cooperate with me. And yes, I know how to edit HTML.  ;)

One of the thangs I picked up at Dollar Tree made a good bandage for Wanda's old boo-boo from back in the West Nashville days:

Yes. Wanda is a dirty girl.

Independent Lens

I got out for a perfect ride, today. Given the rear tire situation (to be remedied Monday!), it needed to be close to home. I had to get out and enjoy this 84°F day without humidity  and bright sun, though. Gregory Mill Park, 2.4 miles away (and on the way back from the ATM) was perfect.

Three parks within a 3-mile radius! Time to explore one of them.

Just a few feet from the walking path, is what I assume Google Maps calls "the dam." A peaceful pool of water formed by Stewart's Creek and these rocks. A nice day to visit, as most people are at the shelters, grilling out, or at the splash pad at the northern end of the park. One woman was there, and saw me whip out the LG, and said, "I was just leaving!  I know you'd like some good photos without people in them." Okay, sure, but I don't mind, either way.

The spillway. NOICE.

It's like something out of a movie. Breathtakingly beautiful, IMO.

Here's some panoramic views of the park: