600 miles already?
The summer is going fast and I’ve been getting out on the Honda (hereafter referred to as Scoot) almost every day. The weather has been perfect for riding; having lots of sunshine and warm temps has given me the opportunity to get out and get comfortable.
A long time ago a guy who rode a motorcycle told me he especially liked riding down a road lined with trees and seeing the contrast of light and shadow.
Until I started riding Scoot I didn’t really get it, but the other day I rode down such a road and finally realized what he meant. It was both beautiful and hypnotic.
Today on my ride I went over the 600-mile mark and now face the challenge of how to get Scoot someplace for the initial check-up. The Honda dealer from whom I bought it is a 160-mile round trip from here—riding there is not an option. A neighbor said we could use their pickup truck. We’d have to figure out a way to secure Scoot for the trip.
Another option is an 80-mile round trip to a closer town. If that works I will be riding it there with my husband following me in the car (for moral support). We’re going drive there today to check out the dealer and take in the fish fry at the Delta Diner, a neat little diner out in the middle of the Wisconsin woods.