tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869160192231607474.post8382615745637777132..comments2023-11-29T04:02:25.785-05:00Comments on Scootin' da Valley: They Paved ParadiseJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575182248998162641noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869160192231607474.post-64510638315557213062013-07-24T07:30:02.841-04:002013-07-24T07:30:02.841-04:00New, magic moments and places always await. That&#...New, magic moments and places always await. That's why we ride.kz1000sthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10322913253825488007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869160192231607474.post-64452845512329921492013-07-23T15:55:20.748-04:002013-07-23T15:55:20.748-04:00"The harder we work with "happiness"..."The harder we work with "happiness" as the goal, the further from achieving it we slide. Sometimes the best moments just happen without having to do anything except to be there and to be perceptive to their value."<br /><br />There's the Thought for the Week.<br /><br />Thanks.John Evanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08734011782793779176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869160192231607474.post-2050883911516759552013-07-19T18:53:46.233-04:002013-07-19T18:53:46.233-04:00I can relate. When I lived in the country I had a ...I can relate. When I lived in the country I had a special place like this where I used to ride my Ruckus with my big dog running along with me. It was down a dirt road beyond a pond and was an old Amish farm house, then abandoned. The property was huge and there was a big table in the front yard under the trees. We'd go there and I'd sit and read or call old friends on the phone and chat. My dog would explore the woods while I hung out there. The place was then owned by a rich man who lived 3 hours away. One day, out of the blue, I scooted to the road's entrance and there was a no trespassing sign and a gate. Broke my heart. After that things were never the same for me and my dog.Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01379173150677488575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869160192231607474.post-38346565456309540732013-07-19T09:22:50.865-04:002013-07-19T09:22:50.865-04:00It's always a shame when something special get...It's always a shame when something special gets cheapened. Sometimes part of the beauty of a magical place is that the magic is temporary. <br /><br />And sometimes they just put in a parking lot and wreck it.<br /><br />On a lighter note:<br /><br />"I have yet to roar up to some local landmark and reach for my camera even as I'm slamming down the kickstand in manly fashion and be swarmed by a bevy of beautiful models eager for scooter blog exposure. "<br /><br />Don't worry, my friend, your day will come, and you'll be up to your ears in models eager to expose themselves. Wait, that didn't come out right.Luckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12481824369632937289noreply@blogger.com