Over the long winter I thought about what I might want to do this season. Places I'd like to go. Places which were a bit of a ride from here.
Of course a man can rationalize any number of reasons to get the bigger Vespa in order to get to those great riding roads in the first place. But eventually he needs to be honest with himself. The roads nearest him are just as good as the roads people from other places people have talked about. They're out there. You can find em. It's a matter of exploring in your own back yard.
I've had a bit of opportunity to ride some roads I didn't know existed. Roads right off the main drags. Little used by everyday traffic because they really don't go anywhere in particular.
One such road is a numbered highway. It's a loop, more or less, off another main artery heading out of St Cloud. A good portion of this road is pretty straight. And then it gets fun. And there are roads it intersects which might be just as plausible to a guy on a little one fifty scooter.
Forty miles seems to be about the right distance to clear my thoughts. To get into that better frame of mind. More is better but forty seems to put me where I feel refreshed after the ride.
Yesterday's ride took me onto a gravel washboarded road for a couple miles. Fifteen to twenty mph is all I could go. It was a matter of striking the balance between a loose controlled sliding sensation and keeping the pace up enough to lessen the bounce of the taxed suspension. I really don't understand why everyone wants stiffer suspension on their bikes for a number of reasons and this is certainly one of them.