are the three people I saw piled onto a Vespa, tootling on down Warm Springs.
Which reminds me of two other really odd incidents.
Seattle, 1999. Driving through the city with a friend, trying to get to a bar. Stopped at a light and looked at the lane next to us. Nine of the chiccest people I've ever seen. Each on a chic little Vespa. Quite amazing. It looked like some kind of bizarre scene out of Clockwork Orange.
San Francisco, 2003. On my morning commute to San Bruno. Driving down the 280 I looked to my left. WTF? A man, in a suite and tie, with a helmet, riding a Vespa style scooter. My first question was how he got that up to 65. My second question was how far he was going to skid when that tiny li'l front wheel finally let go. Definitely a man with cojones the size of grapefruits. Or a deathwish...
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