Vespas make me happy.
I can’t explain the attraction. Vespas just wreak coolness. Perhaps it’s the whole European thing… in Paris they are everywhere.
Randie digs them, too… except in the strip, I call them Vespids (the wasp family). She, of course, dreams of owning one someday.
Anyhow, I found these lovely specimens in San Luis Obispo at a swanky Italian gastro bar. Are they not lovely?