Horses and Scooters and Freedom
Scooter in the Sticks. Heading home I saw an Amish buggy coming down a side road. I never shoot Amish pictures. Except this day.
The fellow driving the buggy actually stopped to comment on the scooter. I commented on his horse which was all lathered with sweat. He said the horse always gets wound up when they go to the store. He loves to go for a ride. I understood. I asked if I could shoot a picture when he went by and he said go right ahead. I was in the wrong position but I tripped the shutter anyways. I wondered which was cheaper to operate.
I'm pretty sure it's the Vespa!
I found Steve Williams really fabulous scooter blog in the course of some simply random internet research today. Steve is a wonderful writer who blogs of his adventures on his Vespa GT 250 scooter.
I haven't admitted this to many people, but I am suffering from a strong case of scooter lust. (It has something to do with getting 60+ miles per gallon and sticking it to the big oil companies combined with my nearly soul-crushing job as a very small cog in a very big bureaucracy and this idea of the freedom of scootering to work on a lyrical Italian Piaggio through the mountains in the mornings, since it's clear that I can't commute on my horse.) I am particularly pining for the Piaggio MP3 400, which is, if the rumors are true, coming to the United States soon.
My husband tells me that scooters are for GEEKS. And I answer him pointedly with Well, you knew what I was when you married me. (This coming from the man who speaks the language of nuclear science with the ease of breathing in and out.) He's telling me that I should just buy myself A Real Motorcycle. A ... hawg, to be precise. Well, I am simply not a hawg kind of gal, and that's that. I simply have no desire to run with the wolves, the bulls, or the hawgs, or whatever other image is conjured up when one thinks of motorcycles here in the U.S.A.
Just look at this hip European guy and tell me that these scooters are not extremely, fabulously, deliciously cool. In fact, if I could speak any of the romance languages, which I do not, I suspect I'd discover that this Carlos de la Fuente guy is saying something about scooters being simply, for lack of a better word ... it.
(In a rather geeky sort of way ... )
