I rode by an elderly gentleman on an elegantly understated Vespa the other day. It was painted a beautiful pale blue with tan custom striping. He was wearing a helmet with a matching paint scheme, a pale blue short sleeved shirt and tan polyester pants. The old guy was stylin' down the boulevard around 15mph. I thought he looked great!
As I overtook him (with my clutch in and throttle down), I waved and turned my head to offer him a smile. His face wore this look of fun and excitement. It would have been impossible for him to conceal the enjoyment he was having. I started to imagine myself in his polished wingtip shoes; twilight years, gentle breeze in the face, gliding along on a refined, quiet, unassuming platform . . .
Nah . . .