Since I was a little girl, chic images from the pages of fashion whore magazines called out to me with a buzzing motor, neck scarf and Chanel wrap-around sunglasses. Glimmering chrome trim reflecting the sunlight from shoreline roadways or the flashbulbs of the Paris paparazzi… Dreamy visions of romantic European lover-boys and fresh flowers… tight leather gloves to hold her stylish hand grips and ruby red lips to leave marks on wine glasses from posh street-side bistros…
This was the life of a Vespa driver plucked from the pages of Vogue magazine… God I wanted one of those sexy scooters!
I’d had a passive passion, (is that possible?), for the Piaggio machines for likely more than 20 years. Never thought I’d own one but last summer we took out a loan and I got the most blissfully beautiful, pale green honey of a bike. She was an ET4, the kind that goes really fast, has a 150cc engine and requires a motorcycle license to operate. I studied, got my temp license and proceeded to buzz my way through my fantasy affair with my very own Vespa scooter.
I didn’t ride her nearly enough last year, and given my tumultuous 2004, she’s not had a single outing with me. Now, there’s not even a chance for it… I’ve sold her back to the dealer. I’m moving, you see, and some things just have to go. Including my beloved scooter. Damn, I’ll miss that gorgeous thing.
Just wanted to whine and pine a little.
If you want to see a few pics of her, go to my dotmac page, (link on right), and then you too can appreciate my loss.
Good night kitties-
pale green smooches and wind swept hair,
*.Mac page ceased to exist 30, June 2009.