Monday, May 23, 2016

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. July 24 - 27, 2015.

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The morning came too soon. I wished I could stay longer to celebrate, but life for this full-time scooterist is rarely easy. However, it's rarely dull, and often it's beautiful and fun. It was a new day, and I had many miles to cover for an appointment with a new rear tire in Brunswick, and a scooter rally in Topsham!


Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
The morning fog over the bay is a living creature.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Morning view from Water Street Tavern & Inn.

It was difficult to tear myself away from the luxury of crisp white sheets on a king size bed, but the pampering had worked some magic: the knot between my shoulder blades seemed to have released somewhat. As I emptied the room to load my bike, I looked over the big, now vacant space that I had spent a night. Fine, tasteful furniture and fabrics. A big bathroom and shower with endless hot water and lofty white towels. More couches, armchairs, and seating than I could find occasion to sit in. So many pillows that I immediately tossed on the ground (they're blocking the bed!). A flat screen TV that was entirely ignored in favor of staring out the window, lost in the colors of the bay changing with the sunrise. I knew I needed that night to take care of myself, to rest, recover, and pat myself on the back for finishing what I set out to do 15 months and a different person ago, but... the luxury seemed like such a waste for one night.

The name of this blog started as a joke, when a friend called me a "50cc superhero" on my first scooter. When I acquired my 250cc ride, I upsized the name by extension, though any actual acts of superheroism were irreverent.

Now, it struck me if I truly had a superpower it would be this: I'm willing to go without, for a long, long way.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Packing up the bike to go, I can't get enough of this view.

People have asked if I set off because I was fresh out of school (a natural transitional point), or was stuck in a dead end job (no, though it felt like it plenty), or if some sudden tragic event befell me (thankfully not). No, I cultivated a career, friends, hobbies, romantic interests. I'd played the good domestic game, assembled a comfortable nest, understood the value of a kitchen island – I owned a salad spinner. I was willing to give it all up to pursue... what is it I pursue? I never set out as a vacationer. Was I seeking a broader understanding of the world, its people, and my place in it? Was it so grandiose, or did I simply need to upset my life?

What do you do when you realize what you're really, really good at is being uncomfortable?

In a reflective mood, I finished loading my bike and punched in directions for Tri-Sports – the first thing to do was get my two-wheeled home a new rear tire.

I may never understand the reason for so many pillows.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Peaceful.

I cast a wistful look out towards Canada before turning south. Even after I got a new tire, I had a work comittment coming up that required me to stay put for a while again. With accommodations in Portland, ME rising for the summer season, staying with friends in RI and MA was the natural choice.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Canadian soil right across that bridge... For another time.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
The inn owner snapped this photo for me, and very endearingly offered to give me extra food for the road.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Scoot was here.

Apparently, in my emotional state the day before I'd completely missed the "Easternmost Point in the USA" plaque at West Quoddy, so I went back to poke around some more.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Okay got it this time.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
There's something magnetic in the stone here too, my tiny scoot would stick.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Somewhere headed down the coast in Maine. This part of Rt 1 is still new to me.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Egg sandwich lunch break of cuteness.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Tire time, at Tri-Sports in Brunswick!

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Memphis folks arrive for Ski's Shrimp Run. Good to see you again, Lettie and Jay!
These badasses didn't blink at the forecast for the Friday Mystery Ride, just donned rain gear and hit the road.
The ride chased some goats, and fog clung to the hills like cobwebs as the temps dropped with dusk.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Camp scoot is go.

Two years ago at the Maine Comics Arts Festival I spotted a poster advertising a scooter rally in Topsham, ME. I'd never heard of such a thing, so Ski's Shrimp Run 2013 became the first scooter rally I ever attended. I didn't know anyone and was outstandingly unprepared, but I was hooked. It seemed fitting to bookend an epic trip with the same rally, two years later. Time for the real party!

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Scooters assemble, rain or shine.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
I didn't pay attention to this passenger until later...

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
This familiar bike parked at Sea Dog Brewing Co! I rode it for the CORSette smallframe race in 2014. Kyle is here!

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Ogre with his newly rebuilt dragon, Rhode Island represent!

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
The sky is threatening as scooters alight in Richmond, ME.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Beverages and company at The Old Goat.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
I came out and found this on my bike.

There wasn't an official Furthest Ridden prize at this rally, but I'd heard rumors that the yellow Helix rider had an enormous stuffed red bear foisted upon him as the Furthest Ridden prize from a previous rally. He'd brought it to Ski's in hopes of passing it along, like an STD.

"If that ends up on my bike, I'm burning it in the campfire," I made it plainly known. It's all well and good if you'll just shove it in your car and take it to your home where it'll live in the corner until the next rally, but every square inch of real estate on my bike was measured and valued.

Subsequently, someone thought it would be funny to jam it onto my floorboard. Let's be real, we know who's responsible for this. It was Kyle (you may remember from the Las Vegas High Rollers rally).

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
So that's how I showed up at the next stop.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Lobster roll closeup, because Maine.

By the next ride stop (lobster rolls!), I was ready to make the bear a sacrifice to the rally fire gods, until I spoke to the previous owner. A sweet older gentleman, he'd dressed the bear in a hi-vis vest for the ride to the rally in his passenger seat, and had named the bear Target. Great.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
My favorite view in any town.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
May as well enjoy my new riding buddy.

I was really starting to stress about this giant bear as we approached camp and its imminent doom, because I knew the previous owner wanted it passed on. I'm glad someone volunteered to adopt it for their niece, rescuing it from a more fiery fate. I can only assume Target is living out it's days in a suburban Maine household as a trampoline for a small human child thing.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Road ukulele back at camp.

Saturday night shenanigans stayed relatively tame this year, perhaps since we were asked not to return to the other campground after what happened two years ago (campgrounds are so hoity-toity around here!). Just some fire and drinking with good folk. In a nostalgic daze, I admitted to John, another attendee of the inaugural rally, how nervous I'd felt showing up that first time. He was surprised, apparently I'd hidden it well. I suppose it always seems like everyone else knows what they're doing at these things.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Good morning at camp scoot.

After packing up on Sunday, Kyle caught up to me in Portland at The Holy Donut. We decided to wait for Novare Res to open at noon for one more road beer. As soon as the doors opened we sidled up to the bar and the bartender slid two coasters out.

"I need something to help me drive to Boston today," Kyle announced.

"So, something low proof, a session maybe?"

"Something with coffee."

I'm pretty sure he ended up with some ultra-malty coffee-porter beverage, versus my fizzy tart choice. Rally never dies here.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Ultimate potato donut stop in Portland at The Holy Donut, now with a new downtown location.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Hanging out with Tim and Jim at Zo's on the route south.

Tim had driven from Rhode Island to share Rt 1 down with me, and we crossed paths just south of Portland. Along the way we rolled into Zo's place outside Wrentham, MA where Jim was tooling on his old Volvo. Many of these people I hadn't seen for months, or since I left RI. It felt like the band was getting back together.

Ski's Shrimp Run, and What's Next. June 24 - 27, 2015.
Tim took a photo as I crossed the state line back into RI. Is that what I look like?!

I hadn't planned on finding myself in RI again, but it was great seeing friends I hadn't seen since leaving what felt like a lifetime ago. It was a welcome change to navigate by instinct instead of GPS. Now that the last framework of my life had been exploded, the question loomed larger: What do I do with my time on earth now? I was tired (more tired than I knew), the longest commitment I'd made to myself outside of formal education was behind me, and I had a work deadline coming up. Maybe Providence felt like just another stop on the road now, but it was a welcome respite to crash back at Tim's place while I figured that out.

5 comments:

  1. Awesome! Thank you for sharing your adventures with us!

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  2. "I cast a wistful look out towards Canada before turning south." ... "Canadian soil right across that bridge... For another time."

    Let me know if you'd like me to 'cook' you across a province or two. This morning was a spring onion omlette stuffed with blue cheese & asparasus. ;-}

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    1. That sounds fantastic... I can only picture how my fuel economy is going to suffer from the extra weight...

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  3. Steph, typo in the title, July, not June :)

    Seems like Ed is offering to follow you around on a Canadian trip making sure you're never hungry. Any excuse to hit the road with his Beemer with a Bwokx, truly a mini Westphalia. Not a bad offer.

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