I am a committed, Kool-Aid drinking Vespa scooter rider. But on some mornings my mind strays.
A view from some moment in the past during a ride to work. The Vespa and I are fast friends. But this morning I was consumed with schemes for a motorcycle and I was reminded of another obsessive event a couple years ago when I was considering a 1988 BMW R100 GS. If you’ve ever dreamed or conspired to bring a motorcycle into an otherwise serene home click the above link. My wife Kim makes a rare contribution at the end the post with her observations on my machinations of desire.
It’s disconcerting to be waking to motorcycle desires.