i love vespa's. do you see the joy on this girl's face? it could be the statuesque man waving his goodbye in the background, but more likely she is riding away from him with reckless abandon. most likely, that pure joy is the vespa.
just look at her... her scarf taming down her windblown hair, her sunglasses worn to perfection. she is free as a bird. free from tethers and chains and the struggles of life. nothing but her, the humming engine of her machine, the cobblestone road, the wind whipping wildly around her. nothing but her, and the road, and not a worry in the world.
there is something about a vespa. something that i truly love, that i truly would love to have.
when i was in europe, every block, every city center, i was oogling vespas. they were everywhere. and i loved them all. vintage ones, new ones, old rusty barely running ones. i snapped pictures, and smiled like a goon, and was sure to check out every guy riding one.
i live in omaha. land of icy winters, and sweltering summers, and potholes. where the city spans over 120 square miles. a vespa is the least practical thing ever. but if i lived in phoenix, or somewhere in italy, and suddenly had a much larger income than i have now... i would totally buy a vespa.
look at this pink one. darling.
but this is the guy that really has my heart...
vespa gtv 250. this is perfection in a scooter... marvelously vintage, and powerful, and lovely.
i could totally see myself cruising around on this... with a scarf loosely wrapped around my head, holding my perfect hair in place, and my sunglasses as big as my head keeping the bright sunshine from my early cataract-ed eyes. with a baguette and fresh cheese in a bag on my handle bar, and a book and journal strapped tightly to my seat. i would ride out to nowhere, or to the city center. i would dream and think, and clear my head for miles, and then i would park my vespa and sit and dream and think some more.
but vespas are just a pipe dream, and i am okay with that... i still have my dreams of the french countryside, or the italian city center, and my and my vespa. besides, i don't think you can fit a car seat on the back of a vespa.