Sunday, October 7, 2012

Scooting The Highway

I enjoy living at Mile Marker 27, far enough out of town to be away from the crowding and confusion of Key West. But it does mean that one is dependent on Highway One, gasoline and snarl-free traffic.

My wife is practicing for a winter commute by scooter, 70 mpg and 60 miles per hour, now equipped with its new belt and rollers for smooth riding. It takes a lot of homework and books to be a teacher but from time to time she tries to travel luggage free on two wheels.

A thirty minute commute is a two wheeled pleasure for me, even though I did get a performance award from a rather severe Sheriff's Deputy last week. He thought 64 in a 55 deserved a citation. He's probably right as I find speed limits tedious limitations designed for people who text while driving. I like to pay attention to the road, however I was. Distracted enough not to notice the silver Charger armed with radar and minuscule light bars.

As my wife pointed out had I been riding my Iowa Vespa the problem wouldn't have arisen. She doesn't get tickets on two wheels, but she doesn't ride a Bonneville.

Peak Oil will force changes as time goes by but I. Doubt most people will stoop to riding two wheels to cope with an energy deprived world.

Even if two wheels are better than four.