The season of riding this last year felt short. Incomplete. As my children grow, decisions are made regarding how my time gets spent. So in one sense, you lose one thing but gain another. Trade offs are natural. They're part of life. In another sense, you can't help but miss a little of the time when you could be a bit more selfish. When you could slip awayt on the bike for a ride without someone wondering when you'd be back.
You don't get the time raising your kids back, so you better think about their future (and how it affects their world tomorrow) in the present. My son likes to ride on the back of the Genuine but the Vespa doesn't have a backrest. He also rides the scooter I rebuilt some years back, out on the country land my wife's parents own.
I recently discovered my daughter likes vintage cars. I mean, I finally realized just how much she likes them as we sat together watching Fast and Loud. I told her to do well in school so she can own the ones she wants. "I can do that..." came with a sidelong grin at me.
Despite the riding season being low on miles added to the odometer, I had some fun and learned some things.
I learned to keep the feet in board when going down. On a scooter, my belief is that the rider is safer by staying on the scooter with the feet on the floor board. Stay on that thing until it stops unless it's absolutely safer to dismount and get as far from the scooter as possible.
I rode sopping wet gravel after a torrent and found myself on a dirt road. Everything was going smoothly and I got cocky. I picked up a little speed and the front end of the bike simply washed out. I rode it into the mud because there wasn't anything else I could do at that point. The truth is, I put myself into that situation with overconfidence. My prize was to ride thirty miles home with the handlebar at the ten and four o'clock position. A half blue, half brown Vespa scooter and half brown rider with the strangest hold on the bars. Why isn't he turning right??
You get some strange stares when people see you ride by that way.
The bike survived, although cosmetically, I plan a little tlc. Next year will bring what it brings.