I just had to stop when I got to Summerland Key, five minutes from home, to take the time to and watch the sun come up. I took the picture below wondering if the poor unfortunate souls trundling in to work were in the mood to notice the display in the sky. 
The air is warm even at this early hour, but for me, used to the daytime heat of the Florida Keys in June, there is a cooling breeze which I can feel and find refreshing. It's certainly not hot enough to make me sweat.
With the sun coming up the countryside looks flat and black below the Niles Channel Bridge but the clouds overhead get a thick creamy three dimensional look.
The little Vespa isn't actually so little. With a 150 cubic centimeter engine (the size of a small shampoo bottle) it produces enough horsepower (12 I think) to move me around 65 miles per hour. With the wind behind me I saw 73 miles per hour on the flat the other day. This scooter is a pocket rocket and I love riding it.
I can leave work at six in the morning worn out but by the time I get home I've got my second wind and when I pull up under the house I've got enough energy to load Cheyenne in the car and take her to her favorite spot in the mangroves for a walk. That's the benefit of riding a commute instead of driving it.
Passing the Lower Keys shuttle bus always puts me in mind of the fact that one fine day it will be economically more sensible to ride the bus with a pass than to ride my motorcycle. It's actually a fine way to travel into Key West, air conditioned and comfortable, but it does take longer to make the trip door to door and I wouldn't be out riding.
I don't even mind the rain because when it rains there is a snug feeling inside the waterproofs watching the rain slash down. I only wish it would rain. They're drowning in the Pacific Northwest and we're dry as a desert down here. Big clouds, no rain.
Theoretically one is supposed to get bored riding Florida's straight highways but we've lived in our house for the past six years and I still look forward to the ride at the beginning and end of each shift. My own street is a narrow one lane paved road which at this hour is devoid of people dogs or vehicles.
We are closing in on the longest day and the sun is fully up by the time I get home, especially when I'm late home like this day.
My wife met me downstairs steps behind my madly happy dog. "I called your work, wondering what happened to you," she said through sleepy eyes. Luckily she's an understanding sort and looked through my pictures taken while riding, helping me discard the useless ones. It's a decidedly good commute. I ride 12,000 miles a year so there must be something to recommend it.
The air is warm even at this early hour, but for me, used to the daytime heat of the Florida Keys in June, there is a cooling breeze which I can feel and find refreshing. It's certainly not hot enough to make me sweat.With the sun coming up the countryside looks flat and black below the Niles Channel Bridge but the clouds overhead get a thick creamy three dimensional look.The little Vespa isn't actually so little. With a 150 cubic centimeter engine (the size of a small shampoo bottle) it produces enough horsepower (12 I think) to move me around 65 miles per hour. With the wind behind me I saw 73 miles per hour on the flat the other day. This scooter is a pocket rocket and I love riding it.I can leave work at six in the morning worn out but by the time I get home I've got my second wind and when I pull up under the house I've got enough energy to load Cheyenne in the car and take her to her favorite spot in the mangroves for a walk. That's the benefit of riding a commute instead of driving it.Passing the Lower Keys shuttle bus always puts me in mind of the fact that one fine day it will be economically more sensible to ride the bus with a pass than to ride my motorcycle. It's actually a fine way to travel into Key West, air conditioned and comfortable, but it does take longer to make the trip door to door and I wouldn't be out riding.I don't even mind the rain because when it rains there is a snug feeling inside the waterproofs watching the rain slash down. I only wish it would rain. They're drowning in the Pacific Northwest and we're dry as a desert down here. Big clouds, no rain.Theoretically one is supposed to get bored riding Florida's straight highways but we've lived in our house for the past six years and I still look forward to the ride at the beginning and end of each shift. My own street is a narrow one lane paved road which at this hour is devoid of people dogs or vehicles.We are closing in on the longest day and the sun is fully up by the time I get home, especially when I'm late home like this day.
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