58 Lessons learned in year one of the scoot commute

At long last, after threatening to post all the things I've learned since I first began this magnificent adventure back in February of 2010, here I go.

I don't know if there is a limit to how much stuff you're allowed to cram into a blogger post, but if there is a limit, I may well find out what it is. Here are 58 things I learned during my first scooter commuting season. One for each year I've lived. Who would have thunk?

1. Feet on the passenger pegs

After experimenting with various slightly different seating positions over the riding season, I've found that placing my feet more rearward, basically on the rear passenger footpegs, instead of forward close to the legshield, is i) more comfortable, ii) gives me a better feeling of control, and iii) allows me to "post" over obstacles (see the next topic).

2. Posting over tracks and bumps

When I was a kid my mom insisted I take formal horseback riding lessons.  English saddle and such.  I quickly learned that horses were way too big, and a lot less fun for me than for the Lone Ranger on TV.  For the longest time I figured that those lessons were wasted on me. And  then, 50 years later, it turns out that "posting" (raising your bum off the saddle to avoid bouncing around when the horse trots) is really useful on a scooter when there are obstacles (such as train tracks and potholes) to cross, of which my scoot commute route offers many. You get much better control, and deliver much less punishment to the scooter.  Especially if you weigh 200 lbs.

3. Seams in the pavement: not really a big deal

Way back in April, when I began commuting, I spent too much time worrying about and looking out for seams in the pavement.  Especially those seams covered with that rubbery, tarry, crack filler stuff that seems to have gotten popular, at least around here.  As my experience increased, and as I got way more serious about tire pressure (see tire pressure below), seams in the road turned out to be not a real concern.  Sometimes you get a little squirm, but overall, not something to be so worried about.

4. Edge traps and driveway entrances

If seams are no big deal, bona fide edge traps are to be taken seriously.  Read about edge traps in David Hough's Proficient Motorcycling. When you have to cross an edge trap, for instance when you turn into a parking lot and have to use a sidewalk ramp, make sure that you cross the line at least at 45 degrees.  Anything less, and you might loose control, perhaps drop the bike.  For railroad tracks or streetcar tracks that cross the road at 45 degrees, watch out in the rain.  The rails are slick, and the aprons that some crossings have are slick as well.

5. Bag on the parcel hook

I tried several ways of carrying my computer bag.  Wearing it across your chest with the bag on the passenger seat is only advisable for really short hops. It's guaranteed to give you a pain in the neck (and shoulder too) if you try to commute that way.  For the better part of the spring and summer I used a bungee net to secure the bag to the passenger seat.  That works very well, and in fact, a bungee net (about $10) is a must have in your topcase, pet carrier or glove box.  In the end though I found that the parcel hook was the best way for me.  I found it held the bag very securely, much more so than I thought, and it saved me precious time not fiddling with the bungee net, and even more time when I needed to get gas.  So get a bungee net by all means, but carry your laptop on the parcel hook.  That's what first got me using those rear footpegs.  Win - Win!!

6. How to pump gas

This I learned in part from the amazing folks at Modern Vespa, and in part from Pierre, the most experienced and knowledgeable PTW rider I have met so far.  Insert the nozzle fully into the gas tank, facing the rear of the tank, not the side of the tank, which seems the most natural way to pump gas, or the front or the tank (as you might do with a motorcycle).  Pull on the trigger and keep to a mid-level flow, not trickling the gas in, and not full tilt as you might do with your car either.  When the pump stops automatically, you're done.  No spillage, no pet carrier swilling with gas.  Just a full tank, thank you.  Resist the temptation to get the tank really, really full or you'll likely end up with a spill.  You're probably commuting in an urban setting, not going on safari, so don't fret if the gas gauge shows just under full.  Overfilling a modern Vespa can lead to nasty issues with the fuel tank evap system.  Don't believe me? Look it up!

7. Counter steering

Wow! This is a tough one, but so worthwhile.  Plus knowing how to counter steer is a vital skill for safe riding, particularly at higher speeds on twisty roads.  I won't even attempt to explain technique here.  I doubt I'd do a really good job of it, and might do you a serious disservice by misleading you.  Buy David Hough's Proficient Motorcycling, take a motorcycle safety course, and trust me, you need to learn counter steering.

8. Covering both brakes and horn

This one I almost had to learn the hard way.  On the Vespa LX, the left (rear) brake is a drum brake, and the right (front) brake is a disk brake.  Needless to say, the front brake is way more powerful than the rear brake.  To stop safely, you need to use both brakes.  In an emergency situation (I've had two this summer), you don't have time to think.  If you don't develop really good habits, you can easily grab a handful of the wrong brake and end up losing control.  In addition, in those situations, you're really going to want to use your Stebel air horn (read on).  To avoid trying to actually think through this in an emergency, EVERY TIME  you feel any need for the brakes, COVER BOTH BRAKES with all your fingers (no fancy "I'm so cool, I only need two fingers on the front brake" stuff).  Plus simultaneously cover the horn with your left thumb.  No exceptions, ever.  When an unexpected situation occurs and you desperately need the brakes and the horn, and you will, you'll thank me.

9. Stebel horn

Even really big expensive motorcycles come with the same "meep! meep!" horn that graces Vespas.  Swap that horn out pronto, before you start really riding your bike, well before you start commuting.  Install a Stebel air horn.  I've stopped 18 wheelers in their tracks, and shocked cell-phone-toting drivers back to attention!  Thanks Stebel!  You'll find everything you need on Modern Vespa.

10. Rain gear

If you're going to commute, you're going to ride in the rain, even if you don't plan to.  If you avoid riding every day when the weather is iffy, you're going to end up riding a heck of a lot less than you'd like.  Head off to your local dealer and buy a good rain suit.  Always keep it tucked into your pet carrier or top case.

11. Traveling in the left lane

The left lane is often faster, but the risks are greater also.  Scooters are more about a relaxed pace.  Take your time.  Take the scenic route.  Save rushing for another time, another place.  Take the left lane by all means when it makes sense, but re-double your vigilance.  You're harder to spot on a two-wheeler, and people don't tend to expect Vespas in the left hand lane. Cover the horn button with your left thumb.

12. Watching out for lane changers

Eventually a lane changer won't see you.  That's where the Stebel really shines (honks actually!).  And cover those brakes as well.  

13. Watching out for left turners

One of the more serious risks for motorcyclists and scooterist alike, is the left hand turner.  Statistically, people coming from the opposite direction have a nasty habit of not seeing you, or miscalculating your closing speed and thinking that they have time to turn left in front of you.  The only thing for it is to be acutely aware of the risk that the situation presents.  Making eye contact with the other driver is no guarantee.  Be prepared to stop, be prepare to blast the horn, be prepared for evasive manoeuvres.

14. Never rushing

I've said it before, being in a rush is a bad recipe.  Ride well within your comfort zone.  Stay alert.  Be really focused on the ride.  Riding in a more relaxed way will be sure to yield amazing benefits.  My scoot commute has been a pure joy.  And it doesn't really take more time than commuting by car, bus, subway, or train.

15. Three second rule

When you ride, make a conscious effort to scan your route three seconds ahead.  What this means is paying attention to the road ahead, approximately where you'll be three seconds from now, from now, from now... you get the point.  It's easier said than done, trust me.  But by doing it, you increase the safety zone you travel through.  Just do it.

16. Controlling speed

One of the things I learned is that there is a pernicious relationship between speed and pleasure on a powered two-wheeler.  There's something about how you feel the forces at play, in the curves particularly. As your skill improves, particularly as you learn to counter steer, you find that you can confidently take curves faster and faster.  And the same curve is way more fun at 50kms than at 30kms per hour.  Fortunately, if you're on a scooter, you're unlikely to be flirting with exhilaration at 120kms per hour.  But even at 50kms per hour, the pavement and fixed obstacles won't be very forgiving.  So keep your speed in check, especially as your skills improve.

17. Practicing figure 8's

One of the more difficult things to do is sharp turns at very slow speeds.  The closest I came to dropping my Vespa was doing a U-turn in an empty parking lot.  That close call didn't happen in the first two weeks I had the bike, as you might imagine.  It happened at the very end of the season and it happened after I had spent time a few weeks earlier practicing U-turns and figure eights in another parking lot.  No, practicing those turns did not lead to the close call.  The close call was due to the fact that I hadn't practiced enough.  And maybe I thought that because I had practiced a little, that I could now make that U-turn casually.  Wrong!  You can't practice those slow speed manoeuvres enough.

18. Practicing stops

And while you're at it, practice emergency stops.  David Hough's Proficient Motorcycling has excellent tips on setting up to practice turns and emergency stops.  Buy the book.  No I don't know the author, and I don't get a commission.  Buy the book.

19. One foot down (right? left! right!)

When I first started riding, I put both feet down when I came to a stop.  Eventually I became adept enough to put one foot down when coming to a stop.  It was awkward at first.  But I mastered it.  With my right foot.  I'm left-handed, and I often do things differently from most folks.  It never occurred to me that putting the right foot down might be wrong.  But it is.  It finally occurred to me when I was following a group of motorcycle students taking a lesson from the local driving school..  At every stop down went the left feet.  Of course!  On a motorcycle you need that right foot for the rear brake!  Now on a Vespa LX, since it's got an automatic transmission, the rear brake can use the left handle bar lever since it's not needed for the clutch.  It occurred to me then that I should re-train myself to put my left foot down.  It just seems more orthodox.  So I made a conscious effort to do that at every stop.  Not so easy.  But after a month or so, I'm almost there.  It no longer feels awkward, and I can almost balance the bike as well on my left foot as I can on my right.  But it's still not as comfortable.  Don't be like me, start off on the right foot, and use your left foot.  Right...

20. Helmet choice

I love my modular helmet.  When I started shopping for a helmet I knew I wanted a full face helmet because I had benefited from all the discussions on Modern Vespa. I got very good advice from one of the folks at the local motor sports dealer who suggested a modular helmet.  My Nolan N102 helmet is beautifully designed, locks very securely, and allows me to flip up the helmet which is really handy when fueling, or chatting with people while you're still in the saddle.  Plus it makes it a lot easier for people like me who wear glasses.  I've had a few big bug strikes (wasps, bees).  Think SWACKKK!  I can't imagine those strikes would be much fun with an open helmet.  Not to mention that there's a strong chance that if you fall off, it's likely your chin is going to be the first part of your body to meet the road.  I prefer to ruin my helmet than to sand off my chin.  Your opinion may vary.

21. Sunglasses

Unless you have the extra cash to spring for a really cool helmet like the Nolan N103 with the built-in flip down sunshade, you're going to want your sunglasses.  Bear in mind that there's no sun visor to flip down when the sun's low, like when you're driving your car.  Nuff said. 

22. Yarmulke mitigates helmet hair

If you've been to a Bar Mitzvah, you've probably come away with a Yarmulke, usually with the young man's name and the date of the blessed event printed on it.  Now I'm not a religious person, and I wasn't raised as a Jew, so normally I don't have much use for Yarmulkes.  Until I figured out that putting a blue suede Yarmulke in my helmet just so, largely prevents 'helmet hair', at least for me.  So now that blue suede Yarmulke is a fixture in my scooter jacket pocket.  I hope that G-d has a sense of humor, otherwise my goose might be more cooked than it needs to be.  But at least I don't have helmet hair!

23. Office dressing strategies

If you're like me, and you work in an office, and you have to dress formally in the office, you need a strategy if you're going to commute on a motorcycle or scooter.  The saddle on my Vespa LX is grippy.  So it's a little hard on fabric.  So for my day-in-day-out commuting, I prefer not to wear suit pants.  The solution for me is that I leave my suits and dress shoes in the office.  I commute in jeans and wear heavy hiking boots.  Between now and next spring, I plan to buy proper lined armored pants.  And maybe some real motorcycle boots.  I am fortunate to have a closed office.  There is a glass panel next to the door.  So I got a blind for the glass panel, I lower my window blinds and I do what my colleagues refer to as my "Superman thing".  It only takes a few minutes.  My suits prefer it, and I get to enjoy my commute in comfortable clothing.  Win - Win, don't you think?

24. Coming to the office dripping wet

So with my formal dress strategy, I don't have to worry about commuting in the rain.  I have a really good Teknic two-piece rain suit, and if it starts to rain, I put on the suit and don't have a care in the world.  Let it rain!  When I get to the office, I just wipe most of the rain off my suit, and wear all my gear up to my office.  By the time I get from the underground garage up to my sixth floor office, I'm fairly dry.  I hang up the rain suit, and by about mid morning it's all dry.

25. Always carry a ShamWow

I keep one in my top case.  That's how I deal with most of the water after a ride in the rain.  See the previous item.

26. Metal bridge decks

Montreal has a number of bridges with metal grid decks.  It doesn't freak me out anymore to ride on the metal decking.  But you need to know i) that it's reasonably safe, and ii) that the metal grid makes the bike squirm.  So if you approach a bridge and it has a metal deck, and you've never ridden on a metal grid deck before, don't worry, but don't freak out when the bike begins to squirm.  Don't worry, be happy.

27. Sand

This (sand) you do really have to worry about.  Sand or gravel is what caused the people I know who have crashed their bikes, to crash their bikes.  Yikes!  Beware!

28. White paint

OK... not just sand.  The white paint used to mark our roads is like grease when it rains.  At intersections when there are those huge turn arrows, or 'zebra' crossings, or cross walks, it means that the pavement you need to use to stop, might be severely compromised in the rain.  Forewarned is forearmed.

29. Construction plates

The only thing more slippery than sand, white paint, or gravel, is a thick steel construction plate that crews use to bridge the trenches they are so fond of digging in our roads.  When those are wet, watch out!

30. Potholes

While you're looking out for all those other road hazards, add potholes to the list.  'Posting' really helps when the pothole is unavoidable.  See posting above.

31. Sewer covers

Sewer covers are more annoying than dangerous.  They tend to be recessed, and can be unnecessarily jarring to ride over.  If the dip is deep enough, your suspension will bottom out.  Not much fun.  BUT, all the more reason to do the manhole slalom!  Turn that frown upside down! As dreadful as driving over a dippy sewer cover might be, the manhole slalom is scooter bliss.  I just love it.  Swoop, swoop! Woot! Woot! What a hoot!!

32. Train tracks

Covered above... check out 'posting'.

Lots more to come, so stay tuned!

Ode to Steve Williams

I've wanted to share my recent cold weather experience since last Tuesday, but this time of year is nuts for me and time is not my friend.

The Vespa is basically off for its winter snooze in the garage. Last week I thought I'd do one last commute. When I set off at about 7 a.m. it was below freezing. Frost was heavy on the lawn and on cars that spent the night outside.

I was wearing ski gloves, a fleece under my Corazzo 5.0 jacket, full face helmet, and jeans.

Half way to the office I had to duck into a McDonalds for coffee to ward off the cold. Half an hour later I set off to complete the 30km ride after switching to ski mitts.

I got to the office and was so thoroughly chilled, I hooked up a space heater under my desk and ran it full blast until lunch time.

To say that I regretted that last ride is to put it mildly. At lunch time I picked up some of those disposable hand warmers. For the ride home, I used one in each ski mitt, and one in each shoe.

Here's where I learned something useful. The helmet keeps my head warm. My hands and feet were kept nice and warm by the disposable warmers. The rest of my body was chilled though. So chilled that after I changed out of my riding gear, within half an hour in the house my hands were cold. It took all evening to get the chill out my body.

Ironically, I had just a few days earlier read the sections on cold weather riding and the risks of hypothermia in David Hough's Proficient Motorcycling.

I live in a city where I have experienced minus 40 several times (Celsius or Fahrenheit, it's the same), and have skiied in bitter cold, and yet never really gotten chilled like I did last week on my Vespa in much less cold weather.

I was definitely not hypothermic, but the combination of being essentially still, coupled with the rush of air that increases the cooling effect, makes riding a PTW in cold weather a bigger challenge than it appears to the uninitiated. The risk is that the cold combined with the chill can affect your judgment. You want to get the ride done, so you ride faster than you would in more clement weather, and thinking about how uncomfortable you are reduces the focus otherwise devoted to the road and surroundings. Plus, numb fingers don't react as fast as warm ones.

The eye-opener for me is that keeping head, hands and feet warm, doesn't compensate much for the overall chill your body is subjected to.

If I had been wearing more appropriate gear (armored lined pants, cold weather lined jacket, etc.) I would have fared better. But I guess my point is, that cold weather riding needs to be taken seriously, particularly if the commute lasts an hour or more. Heated grips might keep your hands warm, but given my experience on the ride home, warm hands is just not enough protection if your legs and torso are not sufficiently protected.

So who is Steve Williams and why is this an ode to Steve?   Steve Williams' Scooter in the Sticks blog documents, among other very fascinating pursuits, his intrepid cold weather Vespa rides all through legendary Pennsylvania winters.  He has so much to teach fellow riders about what it takes to ride in cold weather.  And I have so much to learn.

The next post will be the wrap up of lessons learned from year one of the scoot commute.  I started this adventure with 1,304 miles on the Vespa's odometer, and, as you can see, I've piled on 4,642 of my very own miles.  Wow!  Even in the cold, the scoot commute is still a hoot!

Stay tuned.

October commutes

As the temperature falls riding a scooter requires a stronger constitution. The cold air is felt sharply wherever it manages to penetrate, or wherever the protection is thinnest.

I'm wearing a fleece under my Corazzo 5.0 jacket, which is fine protection for my upper body, and Combi ski mitts, which, so far, are keeping my hands reasonably comfortable. I can eliminate wind entering at the cuffs, but there is always a thin vulnerable point between my collar and my Nolan N102 helmet. Where the wind does penetrate, it is cutting and sharp. And even with the ski mitts, after an hour's commute, my fingers have begun to chill.

The fall weather increases the risk equation. Leaves litter the ground, accumulating by the side of the road. After a rainfall, the cars sometimes leave a layer of pulverized leaves on the pavement that can last for several days. Getting chilled tends to be distracting, and numbed fingers tucked into mitts are clumsier than warm fingers in motorcycle gloves.  Riding in the rain has definitely lost any allure it may once have had.

The weather alters the familiar scenes. There's no mistaking a fall sky at dawn.

Here are some pictures of Lake St-Louis snapped on last Wednesday's commute.

And here are some shots of a similar view taken this morning.

Wrap up in sight

 

I can't believe that I started this adventure in March.  October is here, and Halloween will likely mark the end of my first season riding my Vespa LX150 scooter.

I have learned a lot these past 8 months.  March was spent getting ready, and the scoot commute began in earnest in April.  More than seven months on the road and just over four thousand miles, or more than 6,400 kilometres, covered in that short time.  Commuting really racks up those miles.

I'll most likely do a comprehensive "lessons learned" formal wrap up once the bike retires for the season to its little bay in my garage.

One of the things it took me a while to learn was how to store my laptop.  After trying to ride with the bag slung over my shoulder (uncomfortable for all but the shortest rides), months of using a bungee net to secure the laptop bag to the passenger seat which turns out to be a little tedious, but otherwise OK (but super tedious when you have to stop for gas), for the past several weeks I ride with the laptop secured on the parcel hook.  It just rests on the tunnel with more than enough weight on the hook to hold the bag very securely.  It's fast, convenient, secure.  I now ride with my heels on the passenger foot pegs.  This allows me to apply another thing I learned: posting over the many railroad level crossings that litter my commute.

Enough! Enough!

I'm stealing my own thunder, wasting my dry powder! Stay tuned for that mega season wrap up post! 

In the meantime, it's back to wearing a fleece under my Corazzo 5.0 jacket, and ski gloves on my hands.  The morning temperature is still in the high single digits (just below 50 Fahrenheit), but it will soon be down to freezing temps during the morning commute.

I haven't posted lately because I was on vacation the last two weeks having fun in Ogunquit Maine, Boston and Toronto.  Just two weeks ago it was 28 balmy degrees in Ogunquit, and 30 in Boston.  I saw Vespas everywhere I went, but by far the most Vespas were in Toronto.  During a 15 minute stroll downtown, I counted 12 Vespas.

That's it for now folks!

Sunrise

I haven't been tending this blog, other than posting the links to the 2010 Scooter Cannonball rally that you'll see to the right.  My free-ish time has been devoted to following the Cannonball action.  I thought I might participate in that rally the next time it takes place in 2012.  I've been following the action pretty closely and I now think that neither my scooter nor I are up for that grueling an experience.

If I decide to ride coast to coast, and I may, it'll be on my own schedule, confined as much as possible to paved roads, during daylight hours only, and with the objective of raising money for a charity.  If I can help it, I won't turn my motel room into an impromptu mechanic's bay, or attempt to rebuild the cylinder and cylinder head on a gravel shoulder, as some intrepid Cannonballers have done.  What an adventure those riders are having.

Leaving the Cannonball aside for a moment, I thought I'd touch on transitions.  The daylight hours are shrinking.  The weather is a little gloomy. Fall is in the air. My first summer on a scooter is coming to a close.  The cold air worked its way through my gloves this morning by the time I got to the office.  I'm thinking seriously about installing a windscreen. Oh well, every season brings its charms.  That's why I've peppered this morning's post with sunrise pictures taken just east of the Pointe Claire village.  They tell the story of the coming fall, don't they?

Sunset

I rarely post accounts of my evening commute.

I suppose it's because I work long hours and the ride home is decompression time.  I'm anxious to get home, and my inclinations tend towards shorter, faster trips than to slightly longer photo opportunity trips.  The difference between the two experiences is literally only a few minutes, perhaps five, but five evening minutes are not five morning minutes.

That's not to say that the route along the water doesn't offer amazing views.  It certainly does, and I enjoy them just as much as the morning ones, but they're different, the quality and direction of the light is different, and unless there is something I see that compels me to stop and take a picture, I don't have anything to share with you here but the memory.

Last night's commute presented one of those compelling moments.  The photo was taken in Dorval, looking west across the bay towards Pointe Claire.

Not all scooterists have such benign experiences.  Some Modern Vespa forum members have to dodge bullets on the way home.

Scooter Cannonball

The 2010 edition of the Scooter Cannonball is about to get underway.  It runs from September 9 through the 18th.  The participants depart Vancouver B.C. and trek to Portland, Maine.

I've posted a link to Pistol Pete's blog among the scooter blogs down on the right side of the page.  I'll post others as I come across them.

I am sooooo jealous.

Maybe in 2012.

PS: I've added a panel on the right side of the page with all the 2010 Scooter Cannonball links I come across to make it easier to follow the action.

What to read if you ride

This will be a short, but valuable post for those of you who already ride a scooter or motorcycle, or those seriously considering buying one.

I wouldn't say the learning curve is steep. Scooters are relatively easy to operate since most, like the Vespa LX150, have automatic continuously variable transmissions.  But riding any powered two-wheeler, whether it's a scooter or a motorcycle that can exceed 40 km/h, means having to come to terms with the laws of physics in ways that no other vehicle exposes you to.

One of the challenges is learning that when you are in a left hand turn, you actually need to steer right.  It's called counter-steering, and it's completely counter-intuitive. It's a really necessary skill, and it takes a combination of riding experience, knowledge and practice to get it right.

If you haven't already done so, you really need to find and purchase a copy of David Hough's Proficient Motorcycling: The Ultimate Guide to Riding Well.  The knowledge you need to complement your riding experience and practice is contained in this book.

After reading just a few chapters, I'm already more proficient in handling my Vespa.  Being able to counter-steer effectively is making a huge difference in my riding experience.

Pleasant surprises

You can live your whole life in a city and only get to know small parts of it.

If you had asked me in years past if I knew where Wellington street was, I would have told you that it was either in Point St-Charles, or Verdun, or somewhere vaguely southwest of the downtown core.  I couldn't have told you much else.

If you have no reason to go to the place because you don't work there, you don't live there, it's not along the route to work, or the route home, and you don't have friends or relatives there, well, it might as well be on Mars.

 An alternate route that I now take to work on my Vespa, when I have 5 minutes to spare, is to continue along the water, past Lachine, through Lasalle and into Verdun.  I veer off the water route and take Wellington street towards downtown.

 What a pleasant surprise Wellington street is.

Even during the hustle and bustle of the morning commute, the pace on Wellington is leisurely.  It's a nice mix of higher density residential property and small retail outlets.

One of the surprises is to find lovely Locust trees lining the street.  Locusts are my favorite trees.  Their lacy foliage filters the light in a very pleasant way.  When it rains, the bark goes almost black and the pale foliage provides a beautiful contrast.

Densely populated urban thoroughfares are not generally tree-friendly, especially in a northern city like Montreal.  Snowplows are the sworn enemy of trees, particularly young trees.  Yet, as you can see, the Locusts of Wellington street are doing allright.  Maybe better than allright.

Traditionally, this part of town was home to persons of modest means. I doubt that it will stay that way much longer.

Montreal's population has been slowly shifting back to the city.  As real estate prices in the suburbs and the price of gasoline have soared, thirty-something professionals have been gentrifying some of the older neighborhoods on the Plateau, the Mile-End east of the mountain, and all along the Lachine Canal.

I look at Wellington street with fresh eyes.  It has a lot to offer.  I'll bet that, before long, this area will be re-discovered and property here will rank among the new trendy sought-after places to live in the city.

Lunchtime!

When you work downtown, whether you commute by car, train, bus, metro, or even walk, you tend to stay more less put and eat lunch pretty close to where you work.  Certainly that was my case until recently.

Last summer BIXI bikes opened a whole other range of possible lunch venues.  The Old Port, the Plateau, the Atwater Market, Greene Avenue, all became what you might call 'luncheable'.

This riding season, my Vespa has opened all kinds of additional possibilities: enjoying a sandwich on the lookout on Camilien Houde, or a delicious grilled lamb sandwich at the Jean-Talon market, for instance.

This map says it all, the black lines more or less tell the story of the respective lunchtime roaming capacity of BIXI bikes, and Vespa LX150's.

On Tuesday I really needed a change of scenery and a change of pace.  So I hopped on my scooter and headed to a place that is one of Montreal's legendary hangouts: the Orange Julep on Décarie boulevard.  This place doesn't need a website of its own, because it has a Wikipedia page.  Wow!

The food, other than the signature orange beverage which is akin to the nectar of the gods, is unexceptional drive-in fare: hot dogs, burgers, fries, ubiquitous Quebec 'poutine', etc.  The ambiance is all retro fifties and sixties drive-in, with the backdrop of the over-the-top, huge, orange, citrus-shaped, building that houses this unmistakable landmark.

60's pop music, heavily laced with Motown classics, suffuses the air in the huge parking lot and instantly takes me back to my earliest experiences here when waitresses on roller skates responded to flashing headlights to take orders and deliver the food on a drive-in tray cantilevered on my Dad's driver's door window.  With the exception of the skating waitresses who are doubtlessly mostly grandmothers now, the place hasn't changed at all.

Read all about it on Wikipedia.

From my picnic table, I had a decent view of two other unmistakable Montreal landmarks.

St-Joseph's Oratory...

and the main art-deco tower of the Université de Montréal designed by famed architect Ernest Cormier.

Lunch doesn't get any better, or cheaper, than this!!

Come to Montreal and check it out.

If you live in Montreal, buy a scooter!  Dare to live!

Mercier bridge

On the way to work I parked on a foot path on the river bank that is parallel and just south of the bicycle path that runs on the bank on the south side of Lasalle Boulevard to enjoy my morning coffee and take some snapshots of the Mercier bridge.

Since my post last week about Montreal's bridges it makes sense to post some images.

These photos don't really tell the story about the bridge approach that can only really be conveyed by looking at the map.

The black circles on the map show that you have to commit to the Mercier bridge on Airlie just over a quarter mile from the bridge, and once you do, it's all limited access roadway with concrete dividers so there's no turning back.

With a little luck, and given enough time I will eventually cross all of Montreal's bridges.

On a technical note, for beverage addicts, one of the challenges of commuting on a motorcycle or scooter, is that they don't come with cup holders.  The folks who post valuable information on the Modern Vespa forum have come up with some excellent ways of transporting beverages, some home-grown, some very sophisticated and versatile .  Since all Vespas have carry hooks (variously and affectionately referred to as the "purse hook" or "curry hook" depending on where you're from and what your sense of humor is), many designs exploit that feature.

I settled on the coffee jacket from Corazzo that also happens to fit in with the look of my Corazzo 5.0 armored jacket.

It just arrived the other day along with some goodies and freebies. Think a fresh batch of zipper pulls to replace the one that tore, and to add to my pockets to make life easier, another Corazzo sticker that I want to apply to my scoot, just have to figure out where, some nice postcards, and something else, that I won't mention, but that is really appreciated and serves to confirm that the folks at Corazzo are very special people - Thanks Jody!!.

If you look carefully in the first photo above, you can just see the cup holder hanging in front of the saddle.

I tested it this morning for the first time, and it works really, really well.  It held my McDonalds coffee securely, kept it handy, and not a drop was spilled.  Success!!  I highly recommend it.

Weather for ducks

 After a spectacular beginning to the riding season with record-breaking heat in April, and the unremittingly beautiful summer weather that followed, the sometimes heavy rains and overcast skies of the last few weeks are certainly a change.

This morning a light pervasive fog softened the island.

Steve Williams, publisher, author, photographer, and fellow scooter blogger (check out Steve's award-winning Scooter in the Sticks blog), has a particular fondness for fog and mist veiled landscapes. 

Do you share his appreciation?  I certainly do.

This morning's photos were taken during my commute, snapped lazily from the saddle of my Vespa LX150, stopped for a moment on Lakeshore boulevard in Pointe Claire.

Bridges

When you live on an island, even a large island like Montreal, and when you ride a scooter like the Vespa LX150, and when many of the bridges are either linked to limited access highways, or are huge imposing sky-high engineering wonders, you eventually wonder how you're going to get off the island.

You know it's more or less inevitable. But to do it, you have to commit to it.  For most of Montreal's bridges, the design of the bridge approach requires that you make a major commitment to the bridge.  Once you're on the approach, there's no turning back.  So it's not like exploring a new neighborhood, or a new route downtown, where you can always abandon the experience, stop, turn left, turn right, pull over, turn around, head back to the familiar, put off the adventure.

The bridges to the South Shore are those that require the greatest commitment.  Whether it's the Victoria, the Jacques Cartier, the Champlain, the Mercier, or the Hippolyte-Lafontaine bridge-tunnel, when you commit to the approach, you can't even see the bridge.  The very nature of Montreal's demographics, the sprawling South Shore suburbs, means that traffic on all those bridges is intense and that the posted speed limits are at best guidelines.

So the prospect of committing to one of those bridges is a little intimidating.

I was thinking that I would first commit to the Victoria.  But the bridge deck is a metal grid because it's a lift bridge.  The little Charlevoix bridge that I take to cross the Lachine Canal daily, and the slightly longer Gauron bridge that crosses the canal at Ville St-Pierre, have a metal grid decks that I practice on.  The grid makes the bike squirm and worm its way along. Even at 20 km/h it's an experience that's unsettling.  Committing to the Victoria at 50 or 60 km/h (perhaps even faster?) will require quite a bit of nerve.  I'm not there yet.

Last Friday I had a work-related social obligation on the South Shore, in Longueuil, way to the east, just east of the Hippolyte-Lafontaine Bridge Tunnel.  The obvious choice was the Jacques-Cartier Bridge.  It's a huge bridge that manages the challenge of the St-Lawrence Seaway like the Champlain Bridge does, by rising to a ridiculous height.  Six lanes of impatient drivers, more or less ignoring the speed limit.  I have to say I was a little apprehensive.

The bumper-to-bumper traffic on the mile-long approach allowed me to filter up at a slow rate of speed.  I got behind a guy on a Harley and his female riding companion who was on a large Burgman scoot.

The traffic picked up the pace briskly as soon as the ascent started in earnest, quickly reaching 70-80km/h.  Fortunately the Vespa LX150 can handle that challenge with power to spare.  The actual crossing was over so fast, I barely had time to enjoy the spectacular view from the top.

And there I was, cruising along Marie-Victorin boulevard, headed east along the south shore of the mighty St-Lawrence river.  I was elated.  A challenge faced squarely, mastered and conquered.  I felt that I had broken the bonds of the island.  I felt that I had opened a door to the entire continent.

Suddenly, the prospect of riding my scoot to the seashore in Ogunquit seems all the more attainable.

Wow! What can I say?  It's not skydiving or bungee jumping, I know, but for me, it was a real rush.

Weekends

 

Since I commute 60 kms a day, 300 kms a week on my Vespa LX150, weekends are mostly devoted to other pursuits.

Mostly.

I can't resist a least one ride on the weekend.  Since my commute goes east, on the weekend, my joyride has to go west.  It's a go-slow-and-savour affair.  West along old lakeshore road to take in glimpses of the lake amid million dollar mansions.

Then further west briskly through Baie d'Urfée enjoying the twists and turns of the road and then crawling through the heart of Ste-Anne de Bellevue's quaint restaurant strip where the restaurants on the lake side of the village back onto a pedestrian boardwalk along the canal.

The sailboats and cabin cruisers tie up and the weekend sailors lounge on deck and chat over wine and beer while the patrons crowding the open-air restaurant terraces and the envious throng of ogling pedestrians take in the scene.

The whole return trip takes less than an hour but the enjoyment of that ride, either looking forward to it, or savouring the memory, is one more contribution to my well-being that the Vespa makes.

Here is a further glimpse of that ride:  the bay that puts the "Baie" in Baie d'Urfée.

More... food!

Here at last is the intended Thursday post.

Having picked up bagels for my colleagues at St-Viateur Bagel last week, I just had to balance things out by picking up Fairmount bagels this week.

So once more I took the more northern route downtown through Town of Mount Royal and Outremont. Once on Fairmount, just east of Park Avenue, I pulled up in front of Fairmount Bagel.  It turns out that they don't accept debit card payments, so a detour to the bank a few blocks away at Laurier and Park Avenue became necessary.  Oh well.  Wonderful bagels fresh from a wood burning oven are more than worth the extra effort.

Once of the more or less unexpected side benefits was stumbling upon the Continental kosher butcher shop.  This hole-in-the-wall kosher shop was were my father-in-law first worked when he came to Canada.  When I began dating my wife Susan, I was introduced to the most wonderful all-beef salami that her father Sam would bring home from work.  Heaven.

I made a mental note to return here to pick up one of those salamis one of these days.