Weekends are for scooting. Well, at least that’s what I say during the week, when I rarely get to scoot enough to quench my thirst for the sweet smell of oil and gas. Yesterday was one of those sweet days when I hooked up with the peeps from the local scooter club and went on a beautiful city ride.
One of the best things about these “first Sunday of the month” rides is that all kinds of people show up. This time there was a rider on an unusual vintage Lambretta painted two-tone blue and white with two spot lights and a first time female owner riding a one day old SYM Fiddle 125. Riding with the 7hills club is an eclectic experience. This time it included Vespas, Stellas, Buddy 50s, a Piaggio MP3, vintage Hondas and an odd moped.
Any ride around Richmond means riding “south of the rivah”, a small lane that runs next to the James River along the upper rapids and flat water. Sunday’s ride ended on Church Hill at the Italian Festival. I strolled briefly along the three block food stalls, but skipped out quickly heading for home where I spent the rest of the afternoon working on my project bike, dreaming about another Sunday ride, someday.
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