Land Locked

This last weekend I was in Reno to attend a scooter rally and visit some friends. I don’t gamble and I don’t really like Reno. If it were not for friends being there, I could have skipped the whole thing. What with the crack heads and daytime hookers, no thank you.

Since I work at a scooter shop the rally was really a way to promote the shop. It was a smaller rally that some of the local ones. Not that it is a bad thing. You really get to know everyone in the local scene and they are so appreciative of the attention.

Saturday was really dry and windy. The ride was great and even though 23 scooters and 4 mopeds showed up, they were all very excited bunch. The ride took us to a nice park and it was nice drive back. The group stayed together for the most part, and helped visitors back to the meeting spot.

After the ride, while we waited for the gymkhana to start, there was a swap meet being held. I was able to pick up some nice things. There was also a small food stand, selling cold beers and calamari.

While it was nice in the hills, being land locked like that has much to be desired. I have lived in areas before where it’s hours to the ocean, it’s so much not for me. When I visit places like that, it’s just a visit. Nothing to me says I have to stay or would want to stay. On the other hand, being on an island is not something I would want either. I love the idea of taking a plane flight and go to another side of the country, or drive for hours and never leave the state. I wouldn’t want to drive all-day and just go in a circle.

I know these preferences are in me because of where I have grown up. If I had grown up on an island I would love it. Being in So Cal is pretty great; we have the beach, the mountains and the desert, not too shabby. At least we aren’t land-locked, unless we want to be. Glad to be home.