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On my way to school work the other day, I spied in my rear-view mirror a Vespa behind me. As I pulled up to the stoplight, I moved over to the left of the lane so it could move alongside. The Vespa's operator was a handsome woman in her mid-30's to early 40's wearing a floral jacket. But oh the scooter! It was red with yellow flames on the fender, cowls, and legshield with an "Atomic Fireball" logo (just like the candies) painted on it. An art-scooter. I loved it. As it turned out, it came that way.
We exchanged props on our respective machines—she relating how the new scooter is so much easier to get and keep running than the old. I used to ask what the fun was in that, but I can make room in my heart for something that cool, even if it is a Vespa (or Stella). The fact that there are hundreds of them out there diminishes their interest to me just a little.
Thanks for the props Fireball-Lady; see you around.
Posted by Underblog at June 18, 2005 5:55 AM
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That fireball scooter is excellent!
Posted by: RT at June 18, 2005 4:30 PM