This isn’t a tale of heroic feats, It’s about two lives running parallel for a while. The plan, 22 miles in two days. The goal, to explore an island country they had only known from the internet. The method, improvisation. The further they went, the further their world changed, or maybe it was them who had changed.
Not really, but riding a scooter is a shit-load of fun! This item appears on my list as “Ride a Vespa.” Even though the scooter we rented was not in fact a Vespa, it still counts. I felt it was more important to just ride a scooter then to actually ride a certain brand of scooter.
This item actually took a lot for me to do it. The back story. My mother has always been very against anyone in my family riding a motorcycle, since her brother died from an accident when he was 17. And she made sure that she in grained her fear of two-wheeled transportation in my head that up until I was 24 I had never even sat on a motorcycle, nevermind ride one. So, when I was writing items down for my list, over coming this irrational fear of bikes was something I had to do. Only problem is, I still feel that full fledge motorcycles are dangerous as hell. And I do not posses the hand-eye coördination to successfully ride one. I set myself a more obtainable goal, Ride a Scooter. Obviously there are huge differences between the two but still the original intent was to set out on a motorized bike and not kill myself.
Well thanks to Bermuda’s policy to not allow tourist to rent automobiles, a scooter is the most sensible way to see the entire island on your own. The original plan was for Kit and myself to each have our own scooter, since I didn’t trust my newly acquired skills of scooter handler to place Kit’s life on it. Kit tried out her own scooter but quickly realized she had absolutely no interest in driving one from one end of the island to the other. I thought she did well driving one, but her brain kept getting in her way telling her that she is going to die making a turn. Double scooter for us.
We set out after our quick parking lot lesson towards Dockyard. Which is on the south side of the country about 40 minutes away form where we were. The ride was beautiful. The scenery was gorgeous and the roads themselves were very well-maintained. Everything was going swimmingly, until (cause there always needs to be an until or a but) the first droplet of rain hit my rented helmet. I don’t know how well versed my readers are with Bermudian weather, but generally speaking when you feel one drop of rain there is surely more, much more to follow.
With Kit cursing my name in my ear, we pulled into a small supermarket and tried to keep semi-dry as the storm unleashed it’s waterfall like downpour. After buying a roll of paper towels, we continued on our way now with only a slight drizzle soaking us. One of my favorite quotes is from travel writer Paul Theroux, “An adventure is never fun, while it’s happening.” It fit way too well.
The rest of the trip went by without incident, aside from the few shaky left turns and a near disastrous run in with a rouge rooster.
The ride north to the town of St. George is a very pretty ride. The road winds just enough to be fun, and feeling the crisp wind in your face is a pleasure on a sunny day. I highly recommend renting scooters in Bermuda, just remember, KEEP LEFT!