Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The End of the Alley

Yes, I rode to work today.

Billie's clutch is still not right. I suspect it is getting tired. It's probably ready for new plates. It has seen a lot of shifts over the 19,000 plus miles. I'm confident there are more shifts in this clutch, but I'm taking it a little easier than I once did.

One of the things I like about the Symba is the places I can go with it. Tonight I rode into the sunset.

I took to the alleys to see if I could get even a better view.

It surprises me when I feel an internal bristle when someone calls my Symba a moped. Why should I take offense? I love its smallness. I appreciate how easy it is to walk into places between cars or dumpsters. I can even sneak onto a sidewalk for a short burst if I really need to.

Tonight I jigged and jagged through an alley or two, went a few yards the wrong way on a one way street, and this is what was waiting for me at the end of the alley.
  • 35F/2C and mostly cloudy for the ride to work.
  • 57F/14C with some clouds in the west for the home ride.


  1. I have that same reaction to my scooter being called a moped. What we know as a scooter is legally classified as a "moped" in Wisconsin. My registration says "moped". I have threatened people for calling it a "moped". But in a nice way, of course...

    Lovely soft sunset.

    1. Both my bikes/scooters have motorcycle licenses and require an motorcycle endorsement to ride, but it is the whole size thing. Oh well, you'd think I'd be old enough not to care what other people think.

      I thought the second photo of the sunset almost had a watercolor quality.