I picked myself up a little something. An early birthday present. Nothing big -- just 350 pounds or so.
It's been three days now and I can't seem to get this shit-eating grin off my face. I know this won't mean much to 90% of you, but we're talking 350 pounds of four-stroke, automatic, liquid-cooled, fuel-injected Italian steel. We're talking 0-60 in as long as it takes for the Hummer you left at the light to say, "Did you see something?"
That would be my 250cc Vespa Granturismo Sport. Mine. MINE. Aphrodite, in her midnight blue, is my new BFF. And it's True Love Forever.
I left the Frankenstella in the hands of Orin, and apparently while in his garage, she infected his PX150 with the evil Stellavirus -- on today's ride his Vespa experienced a frighteningly familiar racing idle. That scooter is just bad voodoo.
I will have more pictues to share shortly, and the one above is not particularly noteworthy, but I was encouraged to post about my new crush, and I can't rely on other people's photos solely.
I guess I can rely on them partially:
(Courtesy of Orin. Cause it's hard to take a picture of yourself when you're riding, you know. )
Wait -- what am I doing sitting here writing when I could be out riding?! I'm trying to break 200 miles today. We're pretty darn close.
I'm off...
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