A Short Scooterist on a Long Ride: Around the USA by Vespa
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2009 Vespa GTS 250, 2005 Vespa PX 200
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 4:52 am quote
Hello! I'm usually a lurker here, but have been keeping a ride report going for my travels across the US (and a bit of Canada and Mexico). I've been on the road since May 2014 and updating my blog with daily drawings:


250superhero.blogspot.com

But for MVers I figured I'd jump right into the story and cross post the most recent report here. :) The rest if available at the link above, and I'll be doing my best to catch up!

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Baja 1159, Part 1. March 5 - 9, 2015.



How do I even begin this post?

Departing from the intensity of the Las Vegas High Rollers rally was a familiar pang of loss. My intermittent scooter family had gone home to real families (puh-leeze), and I was off for a night of camping alone in Joshua Tree National Forest. As with so much of life, I longed for the solitude and ached for the loneliness in the same breath.


Along the lonely desert road, now with Joshua trees.


Road is a little rough.


Sandy spillways.


One middle of the desert gas station, coming right up (actually, this is near Amboy, I passed it before on the way to Vegas).


Notice the bottle of oil on the topcase. This will come into play later.

The next day, I would cross the border into Mexico. It wasn't originally part of my plan, but Ruckus Mike had many good words about the experience. I would be near the border anyhow, plus it's warmer...let's do this!


Morning at camp Bedrock, yabba dabba doo....Actually, it's White Tank campground in Joshua Tree National Park.


Stuck in sand already. How foreshadowing...


Meet sand, your traveling companion for the next two weeks.


And... snow?

Apparently, I stumbled upon something called Sunrise Highway up through Julian. From the desert floor, I suddenly found the road twisting and climbing steeply, with an increasing wind. Snow made an appearance, along with a spectacular view.


California, still killing me. Desert one moment, alpine the next.


I stopped next door to the gas station for a break at Granny's Kitchen.

Julian, CA was an unexpected town of gift shops and bakeries, quaint and comfortable. A handful of leather-clad motorcyclists dotted the cafes, marking this a popular local riding spot. Before departing for south of the border, I found a bit of warmth a slice of Americana: apple cupcake. Also, it was enormous, which I would be thankful for later.



Fear and thrill simultaneously welled up in my belly as I approached the border. I've traveled internationally by plane innumerable times throughout Asia growing up, ventured into Canada from the US often enough as an adult by car or bus, and made a single quest by scooter to an Ottawa rally (okay there was that unique border crossing to Angle Inlet too)... but Mexico was uncharted territory for me, by any vehicle. The raised metal speed bumps into Tecate raised chills up my spine as well, as I bottomed out across them. I was waiting for some sort of security to question my belonging in this foreign territory. Also, I swear, as soon as I crossed the line, chickens were roaming the streets and a car came up a one way the wrong way. We certainly weren't in Kansas anymore (or ever really, for me).

I parked the bike and eventually ambled into the right building to get my tourist visa (I think it was $10 that you have to walk to a different building, the bank, to pay). A couple adventure bikes pulled up who were new to this as well. We established that we were, sort of, going in the right direction. And hey, I might even catch up with them later, I thought offhandedly walking into the immigration booth.

In a room that reminded of highschool, an immigration officer asked, "Sola? By yourself?"

I nodded yes.

He handed me the appropriate documents and continued, "Ah...No partner, no friends?" He asked in a manner that suggested that, had his English been better, it would have been preceded by, "Pardon, I don't mean to pry, but I must inquire..." It struck a bit of a nerve, but I simply nodded again.

When I returned the finished paperwork, he asked carefully, "Why do you travel one person?"

"Well, it's hard to find others who can take this kind of time off."

He nodded, though I felt the entirety of my meaning go splat against the language barrier. How could I express to him the sense of freedom, the satisfaction of self-reliance, all the things you could learn about yourself and the world when you abandon societal norms, all the... Oh, what the hell.

"Do not travel at night. Here is your permit, I put 30 days."


Wine, baby.

Honestly, I feel my fears were the standard that come with facing uncertainty. And they were mostly unfounded – only my noobness was to slow me down. Roads are roads, and wine country rolled out before me. Speed limits were mere suggestions, perhaps a little more so around here. I'm not bothered at all pulling into the wide shoulders to let cars blast by.

So, now back to misadventure. Remember that bottle of oil sitting on my topcase back in Joshua Tree? I had tried to change my oil, figuring it would be a good time to do so before riding 1000+ miles in the Baja desert landscape. Unfortunately, back in San Francisco Tom had put the oil filter and drain bolt on much tighter than I usually do, and in spite of Twentynine Palms Autozone's staff's best efforts, it was time to close and I couldn't budge that bolt. I'd mangled the filter, so I just replaced that and kept rolling. Bonus, night fell around me as I worked, and I realized that my headlamp bulb had burnt out. I rode back to my campsite on my highbeams only.

No matter, I planned to reach a hostel Mike had recommended the next day. However, when I rolled into Ensenada, I quickly realized A) traffic laws are not like the US and B) I had the address for Coyote Cal's hostel wrong. I should have double-checked on their website.

As was the case, I rolled into the chaotic streets of Ensenada around dusk, dodged buses to find wifi at a salad restaurant (did you know that most restaurants have wifi, and it's partly because the cell network is unreliable? The kind folks at 7-11 told me this), and realized I had another 70 miles or so to ride to get to the correct location of the hostel. My headlamp was fried and I had been warned not to ride at night. Based on my little experience, it had less to do with banditos and more to do with road conditions.

I looked up the nearest hostel, and count my fortunes to this day to find Ensenada Backpacker.

Sunlight was scarce and the kind host, (Alfredo?) suggested I store my ride down their narrow alley into their courtyard. I was worn out from riding through winter and summer in one day, I figured I'd figure out how to extract my scoot from a narrow ramp through a narrow locked gate the next morning... that's future Steph's problem. The only other guest in the dorm, Susanne, suggested I double up on blankets (much appreciated advice!) but I mostly didn't socialize – I crashed in bed and slept the deepest sleep.

I can't tell you how thrilling this all was for me. For the more well-traveled, this crossing into a safe part of a contiguous nation is no big deal. For me it was the first step towards something bigger.


Little bikes FTW.


I'll just hang out here all day, thanks.

Turns out in daylight there's plenty of room, I just picked up those benches to do a 35 point turn.


OK fine, let's finish this job.

The next morning, I hit up the auto shop across the way and they brought out a wrench half as long as my scooter to break the drain bolt. I finished my oil change, into a cut out gallon orange juice carton, thanks to those guys. In the meantime, I chatted with Susanne, solo cyclist extraordinaire from Switzerland. She would be in Ensenada for a couple weeks for an intensive Spanish program. Very cool lady!


Also, tamales from a cart on the street along the way to money exchange.


Hot sauce, please.

Oil changed and things packed, I was ready to keep pressing inland. I said my goodbyes and continued along, roughly following Mike's advice.


La Bufadora.


If you talk to the man in the black truck, you can set up camp here for $5.


Tourists ahoy. Big buses come through here and everything.


But at least only $1 for scooters.


This sort of thing might be at home at a rally.


Fish tacos came recommended.


Let's do a closeup of this exquisite device.


Some culturally appropriate dancing to remind tourists it's not all about shopping (but mostly, shopping).


Splashy.


I admit it, I picked up some farkle.


Bonus churro sample.


To Erendira!


Such peaceful. Very carving.


Mmm dirt beard.


It rained a few days ago for extra 5mph fun.


I can see the hostel from here. I am so glad I didn't attempt this at night.


Finally! Respite awaits.

Ejido Erendira is a quite coastal town, removed from the main traffic of Mex-1. It's where Rick and Ta have made their home, and a home for adventure and motocross fans, and other random travelers (ie. myself) on their journeys. In a way, it was the easiest transition into Baja.

Rick mentioned in his 51 years in Mexico, he's never seen a Vespa here. They must be in other parts of Mexico.


Quite polished, if you ask me.


It has...a bar.


On the nearest dirt road, a couple dual sporties are pulling up.

I didn't think I had expectations, but somehow Cal's was not what I expected. In the two nights I spent there, it became apparent that moto-tourists were everyday, and Cal's was walking a fine line between an atmosphere that could be both partylike and also accommodating to the quiet oddball traveler like myself.

Now, on the threat of losing rider cred, I'm hesitant to admit I don't actually know much about the Baja 1000, or any other number that follows 'Baja'. My intel was entirely from a Ruckus rider who had positive things to say. It became apparent quickly that alongside a longstanding native culture in Baja, there was a riding culture I was equally unfamiliar with. Now that I could observe them in their natural environment, I gathered notes... They roll in late, require large amounts of food and beverage, roll out early the next day for more beatings, rinse and repeat for a solid week or so. Needless to say, I liked this crowd... but I don't have the ability to keep up with them in many aspects.

I mean, the dirt road was so rough for my bike and I was so tired, there was no way I was going back into town until I was leaving it. Between the hustle and bustle of everyone gearing up in the morning and the muddy but triumphant evening arrivals, the hostel was eerily quiet. Sometimes surfers would set up camp on the lawn, but mostly I drew in the common room, sent emails from a tiny cubby, hung out with the chickens or injured riders left behind, or took a walk along the coast. When I got hungry, I slowly depleted that enormous slice of apple cupcake from Julian, CA, and my yogurt supply. I felt a bit trapped, but needed the rest. Thankfully Rick and Ta, or the wonderfully kind motocross travelers were generous enough to keep me from going hungry so I wouldn't have to bear that road again just yet. Happily, some of that included tequila.


Ta feeds the masses.


Hi, Rick. This fire pit has been here from the start.


Sunrise at the hostel is nearly as impressive as sunset. Nearly.


Chilly's crew roll out.

Oh right, I met Chilly White and his tour group. He did a quick photoshoot while his team geared up. I heard this appeared on the internet somewhere, but couldn't find it.


Courtesy of Chilly White.


His is the one with the Barbie.


These guys from the border also showed up!


A bit of an accident. Patched up with zip-ties.


Replaced my headlight while everyone was working on their bikes.


All the bikes took off, so I took a wander.


Nobody around.


Derp.








Not to be taken out of...vortext?




Tide pool critters.


Can I eat these?


I wonder why this island is so white? Guess I'll climb up and see.


Ah. Guano.


Dirt road to the right leads back to hostel.

Okay, so I might have gone a little crazy taking photos of the coast.What struck me the most was how untouched all of this was. There were no railings or signs, just the occasional stray dog. There were sparse developments further up the hill, but many of them seemed partially built and then abandoned. It was mostly just me and the harbor seals.


And this dewy looking succulent plant thing.


Back to chilling with chickens while drawing.


Another magnificent sunset that iPhones can never capture.

Having eaten through my supplies and perhaps my welcome, it was time to move south.


I love the hand-painted advertisements on buildings around here.


Notice the buttons on the TV.


Taco brought to you by this lady, and an electric cooktop.


Learning Spanish. After some back and forth with the neighbors, it turns out this guy is not home on Sundays.

Oil: Changed. Headlight: Replaced. The remaining issue with my bike was a small hole I noticed in the muffler – a parting gift from two New England winters and not enough (or any) wire brush attention. Pete stuck some JB Weld on it back in San Francisco, but it wasn't going to last. I was told it shouldn't cost more than $7 at a roadside welder.


Seeking welding services in the usual town then.


But I found grilled chicken instead! It smelled so good I turned around.


Yaaas.


What was I looking for again?


Oh right, I found a welder!


This is what 30 pesos or about 2 USD gets.


Hello, ocean.


Destination: El Rosario. Scoot along.


Hotels are affordable enough I can stay in one! I have wifi, a private bathroom, and can sleep in both beds!


Poking around El Rosario. I feel like I'm in an RPG; I've rolled into town, now to talk to some NPCs.


And resupply.


Back at the hotel, I had dinner with other ADVers staying at the Cactus! (see: ktmnate and advrockrider)


Speaking of cactuses.


The tall hairy carrot shaped ones that look like a Tim burton drawing are unique to Baja.


I'm still impressed by the elephant cactuses (I had to look up what they're called).


I've never seen so many enormous cactuses.


They must be hundreds of years old.


Just... Woa.


Is this an ACME prop? I'm expecting Coyote and Roadrunner to round the bend at any moment.


Or maybe...scooterist remains?!


Yogurt break in the shade.


At some point, these marvelous rock formations appeared.They look like piles of pebbles, but they're actually enormous boulders.


Poking around a dome near a little museum.


Like I said. Hairy carrots.


It was cool when I left Ensenada, but it's hot now.


Farkle shot.


Whoops.


Actually, there's an oasis nearby. Notice the different plants?Later on, one of these spillways actually had a trickle of water running through.


Cataviña gas stop.

Many folks had already warned me that there would be a stretch with no gas stations in the national park...except for these guys selling gas out of barrels in their trucks in Cataviña. I had my spare gas, but I figured I'd save that for later (glad I did). The desert rate was an extra dollar per gallon.


Shaaaade.

At the turn off for Bahia de Los Angeles, I paused for some shade and water. A boy peered at me from around a corner, full of curiosity. I tried to say, "Hola," but my voice cracked, as if they'd absorbed the quality of the rocks in the landscape knocking against each other. It was only one day, but the desert and sand permeated everything. In the heat, it all seemed endless.


Oh hay, horses.


After a bit of a climb, I reached the other side of the peninsula!


Thinking of knobby tires.

See that steep, winding, gravel road leading off the nice smooth one? At the bottom there's a sign pointing to the hostel, making it clear this was indeed the hill I'd have to surmount for my overnight accommodations. I took a deep breath and began the ascent, Just don't come to a stop. My rear tire bounced and slid, probably in time with my own arrhythmic heartbeat. The weight on the back made steering extra susceptible to all but the smallest rocks. I wobbled towards whichever wheel well looked least problematic, trying not to look at the hill dropping down steeply to my left. About halfway up the steepest part, an errant rock threw the scoot a little farther left than I liked...and I skidded to a stop.

My unfortunate, overloaded beast was stuck. There was no purchase for my side stand, and perhaps barely more for my street tires (they would spin in the sand). I had to either get the scooter going again without tumbling off the hillside, or waddle it backwards to a less steep grade to try again.

Much to my relief, I backed up slightly, goosed the throttle just right, and with moderate fishtailing, kicked off some rocks and managed to arrive shiny side up (ok, sort of shiny). Later that night, Mauro admitted they were watching me approach, taking bets on whether I'd make it unassisted.

At the top, Alessandro, Mauro, and Patty greeted me warmly, and gave me a tour of this incredible place they call home.


These guys have a more suitable bike for this.


Mauro's Posada, a sustainable eco-hostel run by a warm, welcoming family.


Indoor outdoor kind of place. What a view.


Pick a bed, any bed.


Meet Buttercuppy III and Maxine-Rose.


The previous Buttercuppy (I or II?) was eaten by a coyote.


The colors... just the colors. They'll never be reproduced.

I had a shower in their outdoor restroom, and passed time chatting with Maxine-Rose and chickens. As the sun began to set, I walked and climbed around the property. Everything that was built had a story, and was was handmade to blend with nature; sometimes Patty would fill in a bit here or there with history. The sky and land turned colors as one, reminiscent of gasoline on water but unpolluted, unspoiled.


The bay changes in the fading light.


Did you just call us in for dinner?


Italian cooking?


How do I count myself so lucky.

Nate and Kerny (I think those were their names, I'm so sorry!) were the other two biker guests. Earlier that day they dug up clams and caught fish, which Giuseppe was cleaning in the kitchen when I arrived. They invited me to share with them. The fish went into a delicious ceviche, and the mussels paired with pasta. We talked routes and bikes and travel into the evening, and told bad jokes with the kids. When dinner and conversation petered down, we walked outside to look at stars. The moon wouldn't rise until later, which meant the night sky showed exceptional depth. Maxine-Rose mentioned they only installed power lines to the town a year or two ago. Before that, generators would be shut off by 10pm and the bay was completely dark...except to starlight and moonlight. I can only imagine.

I am the happiest, luckiest person alive to have just walked into this.

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Thu Aug 20, 2015 5:49 am quote
You are an inspiration to us all, my dear. I am glad I met you at Dogwood Rally Va 2014, Amerivespa Rally New Orleans 2014, Amerivespa Rally Indianapolis 2015.
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 6:05 am quote
Wonderful writeup and pictures. Thank you so much.
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 6:52 am quote
Very impressive, nice pics, and beautiful colour of your scoot. Thanks for sharing.
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 6:52 am quote
You are living proof that although Rhode Island doesn't have very many scooterists here, we most certainly have some of the best!
Quality over quantity!

As I've commented before - your travels are the very definition of the word 'Epic'. (Not the modern 'hey man, those tube socks are epic' way but in the original awe-inspiring way.)

Thanks a ton for posting the story here, keep them coming please!

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Thu Aug 20, 2015 7:37 am quote
That was a mesmerizing read, thank you!
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 7:55 am quote
What an inspiration! You are an adventuring hero!
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 7:57 am quote
Nice write up. Number of years ago I did Baja on Helix---remember deep sand-----Later straight thru Mainland Mexico on Suzuki GS500E----found out it was cheaper to pay for year's worth of Insurance than by the day.
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:13 am quote
I am in awe... one of the best travel posts I've read. Thanks, it made my day.
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:18 am quote
Well written. Great photos. Keep it coming!
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:24 am quote
Wow you go girl!!! Awesome. Mexico looks amazing. Nice pics and write up. Keep it coming. Ride safe.
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:28 am quote
Thank you! This is over-the-top good stuff.

Makes me itch to get back out on the road.
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:35 am quote
Very awesome, thanks for sharing! I rode across the USA from Vermont to California back in 2009 - it was an amazing experience! Happy to relive some of it through your travels - ride safe!
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:38 am quote
This is awesome - good on ya girl
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:40 am quote
Wow, you're really a superhero! Creative, cute and Vespa rider, what a combination

I'm kinda jealouse for the wonderful trip you're making. Your blog is fantastic and I love your illustrations. I'll keep hanging on your tail to follow your adventures. Thanks for sharing this on MV. All the best on your rides.

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Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:42 am quote
This is absolutely beautiful , thank you.
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:56 am quote
WoW, what a ride

Thanks for taking the time to share with us
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 9:03 am quote
All of this... and I can't even get with #1 on my bucket list.

Amazing!

Well done!

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Thu Aug 20, 2015 9:16 am quote
LC353 wrote:
You are living proof that although Rhode Island doesn't have very many scooterists here, we most certainly have some of the best! :D
Quality over quantity!
I only met them by attending rallies in other states, but RI does have a small collection of vintage scooter enthusiasts. In the summer, they hang out at Cable Car Cinemas on Wednesdays around 7pm. Perfectly nice folks, probably wouldn't mind some new blood.
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 10:20 am quote
Wow! Just wow! You're my hero!
Well written, also and beautiful pictures. If you make this into a book, drop us a line here, I know I'd buy it.
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 10:57 am quote
Ride on girl!! I read your entire thread over on ADVRider, it's epic. Happy to see that you're on the move again
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 11:39 am quote
Great adventure! I've been following you since you stopped by Lexington KY a while back. Keep on scootin'!
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 11:58 am quote
You are so brave and mechanical and great writer. It was a joy to read your journey.

If you pass thru Santa Fe NM please let us know!!
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 12:14 pm quote
I'm envious. That's a great ride and I wish I was doing it right now. If you take the ferry to Topolobampo, you are about a day away from Guadalajara, which is a great city and well worth the visit. Come to think of it, you're heading south, why not just keep going? That's how a lot of people end up in Argentina.
Great report to date, and I look forward to reading and seeing more of it.
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 3:23 pm quote
Thank you so much for sharing some of your experiences. You are an impressive young woman. I will look forward to reading through your previous blog posts where I am certain to be even more impressed!
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 4:57 pm quote
Epic. Love your writing, and great photos! Count me envious.

Did I see churros??

Nice bumping into you at AV this summer.
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 5:18 pm quote
So...not to brag or anything but...I just so happened to run into a certain celebrity this afternoon ...

(Another friendship made possible by MV!)


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QUEZZIE!!! (...and some Irish-looking guy reflecting the sun.) ha

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Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:20 pm quote
howdy, you didn't know is was ridin' along the whole way in yer luggage---you'd think I could at least help push-oh well what can ya expect from freeloaders like me. at least I didn't hold ya back.

lotsa miles and smiles and the milky way to ya
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:52 pm quote
Thanks for sharing
Nice post, and as someone said earlier, very inspirational. Trying to figure out how I can steal a few months for adventuring!
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Thu Aug 20, 2015 10:13 pm quote
Incredible ride! Phenomenal writing and pictures! Well done!
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Fri Aug 21, 2015 8:56 am quote
Maybe MV should have a little icon for those who have ridden the Four Corners. Like the Iron Butt one.

Or is Stephanie the only one?
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Fri Aug 21, 2015 9:42 am quote
Raputtak wrote:
Maybe MV should have a little icon for those who have ridden the Four Corners. Like the Iron Butt one.

Or is Stephanie the only one?

I second the motion.


When Jess made the recent push for new members, I was thinking that besides the roundels, it would be cool to have a few more 'badges' in addition to the Ironbutt (there's a couple I'm forgetting). Nothing crazy but another dozen or so could really help customize & personalize everyone's MV experience. Obviously the big question is proving you did it...and we can't pile a ton of research work on Jess or the mods. I was thinking the individual could start a nomination thread for themselves and post enough proof to the general MV community. Slap on a poll & if you get enough votes, boom, new badge for your signature line.

I'd say badges would be in order for...
Cannonballs
Ironbutts
'4 corners'
coast to coast

and a few others in graduated form like...
12 states scooted
25 states scooted
50 states scooted
or
12 states highest drivable point
24 " " " "

...you get the idea. Having a few icons/badges for reasonably easy accomplishments might generate more interest and enjoyment in the MV experience plus give people a reason to ride more. I would imagine all of this would have to generate at least some uptick in forum traffic, no?

Maybe I'm putting too much thought into this, but obviously I'm not the only one who has thought about it.

Who wants to see "The Quezzie Award for Most Epic Rider of the Year"? How awesome would that be to get?! You get a blown piston on a wreath of shredded drive belts.

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Fri Aug 21, 2015 10:21 am quote
LC353 wrote:
You get a blown piston on a wreath of shredded drive belts. :D
Hahaha, as long as it's not from my own bike!!

Great to meet you! Also, yeah what happened in that photo, you're almost glowing. O_O
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Fri Aug 21, 2015 11:04 am quote
Stephanie,

Thank you for sharing your adventures and art! I've been following your blog since I met you at Vespa Lexington (Kentucky), and you've been quite an inspiration.

Wishing you safe travels. Please keep sharing your work!

AndyJ
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Fri Aug 21, 2015 12:18 pm quote
Simply amazing. We should have a section titled "You Can't Do That on a Vespa", just to show 'em.
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Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:06 pm quote
Q,

Thank you for posting your adventures, with photos, here for all to see. You write extremely well and tell a great story. You allow us to cheer you on, feel good about the abilities of scooters and live vicariously through for a while and let us imagine we're right there beside you. Your blog title serves you well.
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Fri Aug 21, 2015 8:50 pm quote
Quezzie wrote:
LC353 wrote:
You get a blown piston on a wreath of shredded drive belts.
Hahaha, as long as it's not from my own bike!!

Great to meet you! Also, yeah what happened in that photo, you're almost glowing. O_O
Yeah, I know. 25 years of mostly graveyard shift will do that to a guy I guess.

Don't forget - your Vespa life isn't complete until you've been to the top of Jerimoth Hill! haha
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Sat Aug 22, 2015 2:50 am quote
I really enjoyed your photos, thanks for sharing.
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Sat Aug 22, 2015 4:40 am quote
LC353 wrote:
Raputtak wrote:
Maybe MV should have a little icon for those who have ridden the Four Corners. Like the Iron Butt one.

Or is Stephanie the only one?

I second the motion.


When Jess made the recent push for new members, I was thinking that besides the roundels, it would be cool to have a few more 'badges' in addition to the Ironbutt (there's a couple I'm forgetting). Nothing crazy but another dozen or so could really help customize & personalize everyone's MV experience. Obviously the big question is proving you did it...and we can't pile a ton of research work on Jess or the mods. I was thinking the individual could start a nomination thread for themselves and post enough proof to the general MV community. Slap on a poll & if you get enough votes, boom, new badge for your signature line.

I'd say badges would be in order for...
Cannonballs
Ironbutts
'4 corners'
coast to coast

and a few others in graduated form like...
12 states scooted
25 states scooted
50 states scooted
or
12 states highest drivable point
24 " " " "

...you get the idea. Having a few icons/badges for reasonably easy accomplishments might generate more interest and enjoyment in the MV experience plus give people a reason to ride more. I would imagine all of this would have to generate at least some uptick in forum traffic, no?

Maybe I'm putting too much thought into this, but obviously I'm not the only one who has thought about it.

Who wants to see "The Quezzie Award for Most Epic Rider of the Year"? How awesome would that be to get?! You get a blown piston on a wreath of shredded drive belts.

And don't forget the Rallies:

5+ Amerivespas
5+ rallies in a year
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Sat Aug 22, 2015 5:28 am quote
Hey! I'm glad you finally found your way to MV, Ms. S. Will we see you at Indian Summer in Richmond in November? Or are you gonna rest up for the 2016 World Tour?
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