The Joy of Vespa Ownership

Behold the thankful joy of a new Vespa owner! I asked my father-in-law Bob (right) and my friend Paul to pose for a picture with the scooters and Paul’s Harley Fatboy and this is what happened. I guess Bob was excited about his first extended ride. Poor Paul was caught off-guard as he tried to get something out of his eye. And the 2004 Vespa ET4 that Bob is now so happily riding most recently belonged to Paul.

Paul and I met at 7AM at a local convenience store to make the 60 mile ride to Altoona to deliver a new battery for the ET4. The morning was clear with temperatures hovering around 50 degrees when we left. Traffic was light as we left town and dwindled to almost non-existent as we got deeper into the rural roads that meandered through the valley towards Warriors Mark. The few cars that did see us probably thought the Vespa and Harley were an odd pair, sort of like the cartoon with the big bulldog and little yippy sidekick. I took the lead on my Vespa since I knew the roads a bit better than Paul but I couldn’t help wondering if he wished he could have traveled faster. He didn’t say and I didn’t ask.

We made a quick stop for bacon and eggs outside of Tyrone and then moved on to Altoona. We got the battery into the ET4 and it started right up. Bob put on his helmet and riding gear and were off on his first real ride outside the neighborhood. I took the lead with Bob behind me and Paul following in the rear. I figured I could set a pace that was conservative enough for our new rider and Paul could watch from behind. We moved through town on busy streets and then onto more open roads to the local Suzuki dealer so Paul could shop for something to replace the Vespa. From there we road east on US 22 to Holidaysburg and over the mountain to Altoona. Bob seemed comfortable and relaxed on the ride and the only thing I noticed was a tendency to forget to cancel his turn signals.

We decided to keep riding and go over the “Kettle” into Sinking Valley. I had forgotten how windy this road was and Bob later referred to it as a “driving test”. He also remarked how glad he was to have the face shield on the helmet having been hit twice with stones from passing cars. Forty-five miles from his house we stopped at a greenhouse so he could look at some plants. I had to get home so Paul and I kept riding north while Bob decided to wander back home.

I noticed how many fragrances were in the air—lilacs, pines, fresh cut grass, dead animals, etc…. I miss all of that in a car. Seeing the picture of her dad and listening to my description of the ride caused my wife Kim to say that she wants to get a scooter! I would love to be able to ride together. Now I have to get my daughters and mother-in-law on one too!

The day was just fantastic and everyone had a fun, safe ride.