This Vespa was left to me by my late father in law. When we moved to Texas we only had one car and I commuted to my provisional job on it, but was a little afraid to get run over by big white trucks on the way to work. Where I worked the other men rode Harley Davidson and so I would park the scooter in another lot and walk over to my job. One day when I came out for lunch, some of the Harley riders were sitting on my scooter:) I had been caught. They gave me a bit of a razzing, but then told me “as long as my knees were in the breeze” I was one of them. That’s when I started to feel at home in Texas.

The bike has since fallen into a bit of disrepair, but the kids still like to pretend it rides well and someday, I’ll get it riding again!