There’s something exciting about riding a Vespa in the rain.
A short ride to a neighborhood pub to pick up some prime rib sandwiches for dinner. One of those tasks I see as another opportunity for a little adventure. I could hear thunder approaching and a quick check of the radar map on my iPhone showed the storm already here. But looking at the dark sky and the sparse rain drops allowed me to believe I had a few more minutes.
No surprise that there were no other motorcycles (or scooters) in the parking lot. I saw two riders sitting at the bar. A quick transaction and then back to the scooter. Rain was just beginning to fall as I started the engine.
A few minutes later as I approached the safety of home the rain drops were big. And loud. For a moment I wondered if there was hail.
And then the adventure was over. Two short miles total. And it was fun.
Only on a Vespa.