Vino 125 in the middle of nowhereTook my scooter on its longest trip yet, about 50 miles roundtrip east of Fort Collins on Hwy. 14. My husband was riding a century today to practice for, well, another century. I met him at about mile 69 and brought replacement water bottles and a snack.

Driving out here in the car usually freaks me out (being from the East Coast where trees grow on everything but pavement) but it didn’t bother me on the scoot. I guess the wind, the cars that occasionally got too close when passing, the smell from the sheep farms, and seeing the occasional pronghorn kept me too busy to think about it. Oh, and the evening primrose are in flower; a few spots looked like they were covered in snow, there were so many white flowers.

I got the bike up to 55 mph but that was it – I’ve read that the top speed is supposed to be about 62, but it was having none of that. At 55, it was still a steady, comfortable ride, except my right wrist is sore from cranking the throttle all the way.