I think I am still smiling from scooter afterglow.
Although the name would suggest otherwise, Vestal Vespa does not, in fact, have a Vespa. I have a car, I have a cruiser bike but I do not have a scooter. I have always loved them, though and I have always wanted one but until this weekend I hadn't even ridden one.
Now that I have . . . well, I think I need one.
The best part about the scooter ride (well, second to the part about the fact that it was part of my JOB to ride the scooter, for a story I was assigned) was the reaction from passers-by to a pod of scooters. Grins, devil horns, smiles and waves. Definitely not something you get from riding in your car.
Now I just have to figure out which internal organ I can sell on the black market to get the money for a new Bajaj . . .