Piaggio X-9: Eastern Shore Maryland

Piaggio X-9: Eastern Shore Maryland
It's amazing how a few years of separation can inspire a whole new outlook on things previously unnoticed. Having grown up in Annapolis, Maryland, I was aware of the region's deep historic roots. But, like most teenagers, my coming of age concerns centered on girls, parties, and bikes. The Eastern Shore was that place across the bay you had to ride through to get to Ocean City and the beach for the girls, parties, and bikes.

My, how things have changed in the 15 years I've been absent from my old stomping grounds. One irreplaceable woman, Kathy, my wife, has replaced all of the "girls." The parties are family functions and, on this day, the bike is a scooter. I can't help chuckling as I motor across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge on the ultra-comfy Piaggio X-9. This is probably the first time I've crossed the bay when scenery, not the promise of a kegger in a trashed motel room, is on the agenda.

The morning begins in Annapolis on a rather dreary note. Low clouds and damp, chilly breezes conspire to make my Eastern Shore expedition a bust. Added to that, the annual powerboat show has invaded the downtown area and the normally scenic city's dock area looks more like an expensive euro-car convention that's being crashed by a band of marauding beer trucks. This is not my Annapolis and I certainly discourage you from making it yours. I'm outta here.