We wanna be Vancouver

The light at Marion had turned red. It was chilly this morning and I found myself wishing I’d worn a thicker layer, so a brief respite from moving air was welcome. In the lane to my right was a Toyota Prius taxicab. This was one I hadn’t seen before.

So, did you ride?

Today was Ride to Work Day. For me, every day is ride to work day. That’s one reason I took the job I have now. I thought it would be a nice change to feature the thoughts of someone who doesn’t ride to work on a daily basis, so I invited Boating Bob to share his ride with us. Take it away, Bob:

Why it’s called the Emerald City

Orin O’Neill photos

The PX continues to hum along. No issues, nothing has broken, it starts right up, every time. All the better to enjoy the scenery.

Page views should be going off the charts

Veken Scooters photo

It’s true. There’s a hybrid scooter you can buy right this very second.

Objets d’art

Orin O’Neill photo

You may have noticed I take a lot of pictures, especially of scooters. Many friends and acquaintances have lamented not having more pictures of events in their lives, and digital photography makes snapping pictures by the ton easy.

Survivor: S Lander Street

Westbound on Lander, headed for 1st Avenue, I’m going at (okay, maybe above) the speed limit, in the curb lane so as to be in position for a right turn. Ahead of me, there’s a UPS truck making a right turn into an alley.

It stops. It did not complete the turn.

A lot of buzz

Orin O’Neill photos

I’m standing near Dick’s Drive-In on Broadway with a small group. A slight, balding guy in a black t-shirt walks up and asks, “where’s the sign-up sheet?” There isn’t one, I say, that’s not something you usually have at a scooter rally. I’m thinking, he must be a newbie.

He then points to a group of women and explains that he was assigned by a galactic something-or-other to do a mind-meld with one of them, in order to obtain some kind of secret plans that would prevent the implosion of the sun on July 15th. Or something like that.

Ah, Capitol Hill. Gotta love it. Unless someone knocks your scooter over, or moves it to get your parking spot.

Back to the scooter dealer in the sticks

Orin O’Neill photos

Saturday’s main Insanity activity was the ride to Vespa Eastside in Woodinville. The PX was due for some serious flogging, and a route to the outer reaches of suburbia was just the ticket.