Unstop Vespid
I’m pretty sure that I’ve mentioned it before… but I LOVE VESPAS! I love the carefree, easy to ride, zip around town-ness of Vespas… I love their sleek Italian styling and their European flair. They’re hip, and stylish. You can’t help but look cool when you’re on one.
Randie thinks so, too.
They’re wonderful vehicles…when it’s not raining. 🙂
When everyone rides one, that’s when I’ll ride one. But as long as we’ve got the 2 ton tanks of death on the road, I’m gonna pass.
I know! they’re so pretty and sporty.
I also want a motorcycle though. so sporrrrrrttttttttttyyyyyy.
OK, Brig, maybe I’m being too picky or inquisitive, but is there any particular reason Randie has the number 8 on her helmet? Only thing I could think of (as I wrote this) was “8-ball” 😉
I agree, William, rain puts a damper on the “fun driving.”
Crow: Hummer vs. Vespa… I give the edge to the tank for sure.
Ah, the number 8… I have a fascination with “eight.” I’m not sure why, but I tend to see 8’s when I am not looking for them. They show up. It’s weird. It’s my number.
I see threes when I’m not looking for them, you’re not alone :).
And Randie isn’t alone in her French dreams. Paris is basically the only reason I’d ever get on a plane.
Glad to see she’s wearing a helmet.
“I never wear a helmet unless I have something to put in it.”
Meggie… 3’s eh? I am glad I am not alone! Also, I am going to be in London, Paris and Provence this summer and will keep a blog on Bridgettspicer.com (when it is revamped soon).
Deja Moo (hee hee): I just got a new helmut myself; it’s a Nutcase… and it has paint splatters all over it…. on the inside, it has writing “I love my brains”… I love this helmut.
I’ve never owned a Vespa, but back in my car-less college days I drove around on a moped. 100 miles to the gallon! Easy to start! Easy to park! No way to avoid an accident when your front tire blows!
Ugh… that last one. *sigh* To this day I have scars from the 2nd and 3rd degree burns I got when the moped flipped me at about 20 miles an hour and the exhaust pipe bounced against the back of my leg. (Fortunately I didn’t get any other scars or broken bones from using Ball Avenue as a Slip ‘N Slide.
I’m… skittish around small two-wheeled motorized vehicles.
Pete… how Evil Knievel of you…