I’ve always wanted a Vespa. Think they’re so useful and, well, adorable. Maybe it’s from how I’ve see them buzzing about like a school of fish on Florence streets; perfect for city living. And I imagined driving one around Riverdale when we were looking for our place here. Forget RailLink, I’ll zip myself to the Spuyten Duyvil train station, where I saw this pink one parked.
Then, my bubble burst, my husband pointed out how steep the hill is going down to the Spuyten Duyvil station and noted I was probably going to kill myself. And he’s the practical one in our house, and usually right about these things.
Ah, but I can still dream of one. Maybe one day when we live on flat land? How lucky this Vespa’s owner is! Have fun!
(Btw: this picture looked clear on my phone when I took it. Sorry it’s a little fuzzy.)
