Bit of unfortunate scooter news

The owner of the Segway Corporation died over the weekend. He was, apparently, riding a Segway at the time.

See the full story here.

It's ironic really. Sad, but the irony is undeniable.

And yes, I know the Segway is considered somewhat of a joke amongst many in the scooter world, but it is two wheeled transportation, and you have to admit, the technology is pretty darn cool.

Tuesdays @ Roots - Meetup and ride

Meeting up with a fellow scootster at Roots Farm Market gave me an idea. I'm right here in East Pete, and so is Roots. Why not set up a weekly meeting with other scootsters in the area for every Tuesday at Roots.

Here's the plan. Meet at the two wheel only parking on the east side of the compound at 9am. Wander around until about 10, then at 10:30, go on a ride through some of the back roads for about an hour or so.

So, if you have a scoot or motorbike and you live in Lancaster County or nearby, meet me at Roots on Tuesday between 9 and 10:30am.

Quite a week I've had...

It hasn't been a bad week, just a long one. Last weekend, the scoot took me hunting on both Friday and Saturday evenings, though Friday was brutally hot so the hunting that day didn't last terribly long. Saturday was nice, with lots of wind.


The fields were peaceful and sitting out in nature was a calming pursuit. Sunday found me exhausted, and I slept through a large chunk of it. Monday came too quickly, and I was back to work again.

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I worked a 16 hour shift since none of the residents had workshop. We all went to the Long's Park Arts and Crafts festival. The gentlemen all enjoyed themselves immensely, and I and the other staff had a pleasant time enjoying our time with them.


We returned home, and the shift changed at 2:30. The staff who had worked with me in the morning left, and two other staff came in to replace her. Both of them are now motorcyclists, at least partially due to my influence. The bikes pictured are a 2001 Suzuki Savage, My 1983 Honda Sabre, and a 1981 Honda CB 750 Custom. I've ridden both bikes, and they are both nice in their own ways.

The Savage is a little low and light for my tastes, but it seems a competent ride. The CB Custom is by far a completely different bike. The inline four does not like to rev as much as my Sabre's V4, nor does it have the same unbridled ferocity, but it's ride is so gentle and unhurried, I think I could ride it comfortably for hours. If I had to compare them to cars, the Savage would be a compact hatchback; functional and easy to ride, the Sabre would be like a muscle car (perhaps a late 70's Camaro); lots of punch and only enough comfort to make the ride bearable, and the CB would be akin to an old Buick; plush, unhurried, and comfortable with no question of getting to one's destination.


On Tuesday morning, I met another friend at Roots' Farm Market here in East Petersburg. He came buzzing in on his Genuine Buddy International (150cc). The picture was taken with a Helix I found parked on the West side of the complex. We walked around the grounds a bit, then rode to Columbia to take some flowers to my wife.

The Buddy seems like a nice enough scooter. It's got nice looks and is at least as peppy as my Kymco. He had whitewalls on it, and it was classy looking. I'd look into them for the People 150, but I don't think they would look right.

So, while Summer comes nearer its end, and autumn looms on the horizon, the weather has cooled and riding is enjoyable once again. Both my scooter and bike are inspected and my Sabre's speedometer finally works.

All seems to be well with the world.

Getting out

Wednesday marked the first day of dove and goose season. I got off work at 9:30 and headed across the road to the neighboring farm where the cornfield had recently been cut. The landowner was happy enough to give me permission to hunt his land, and on my way back to my scooter, I saw this little bundle of fur piled up in front of a shed.


I'm a cat person...well, more of a kitten person really, so I had to have a picture. The little fuzzballs are about three weeks old, having just opened their eyes about a week ago. If I didn't already have enough cats, I would be very tempted to adopt the little black one.

My son had an appointment at 2:00, so while he was being seen, I went to the hardware store to pick up some bolts for making my rack more secure. On my way there, I saw this nice little Vespa LX150 parked outside a pizza shop.


I got my bolts and went back to get my kid, then at 5 pm, I headed off to the fields. My rack modifications worked great. The gun case stayed on perfectly and while I had to be more cautious of my width, it was well worth it.

It was warm, but not unbearably so. I'm so out of practice with my shotgun that the mourning doves were perfectly safe. I went through about a half box without taking any game.


The steers in the neighboring field did not seem to mind. They looked up every now and again, but the camouflaged hunter with the noisy shotgun didn't faze them.

As I was pulling into my driveway, my neighbor noticed the gun case on the back of the scoot. My neighbor had the perfect observation:

"You might be a redneck if..."