Sunday, May 31, 2015

Vespa Collection From Pinterest

I am not, if I'm honest, much of a social media fan. I have  a Facebook account on which I post nearly daily pictures. I did try Twitter which defeated me as it is to my way of thinking an advertising and promotional tool for business people. I find Twitter rather boring honestly. On the other hand Pinterest is starting to be a little more appealing to me. Perhaps because it is so visual. This first Vespa has been ridden to North Africa and this photo was an ad for the 4W solar panel attached to the front luggage rack. 
I find myself in a  country where scooters are viewed with disdain, an attitude I find to be extraordinary. I have read web posts where motorcyclists refuse to take off their helmets to avoid being identified with a fellow traveler on a scooter. I am astounded. I grew up riding anything with two wheels and an engine and to me the simple act of riding is pure pleasure. I don't care if I'm riding my Vespa, my wife's automatic or my motorcycle, to me anything is better than four wheels. I'm not sure I ever want to attach my Vespa to a sidecar like this one busy crossing the USA:
But a little 125cc job like this below would be fine.  I don't get the prejudice, if you are out riding that's what counts. Over the Memorial Day weekend I got caught in traffic with mainlanders who were freaked out by my 60 mph moped. They tried to cut me off, pull away or brake suddenly to get rear ended by me. I am an old hand so I just keep riding. Freaks.
This Vespa and trailer are being ridden around Australia by a motorcyclist who puts his dog on the platform behind the handlebars while he rides, towing their gear in the trailer. I don't suppose he does 60 mph but he's riding around hanging with riders of "real" motorcycles. It's  not the US so small wheels don't scare big bad motorcyclists.
I have read this guy's blog which is in Italian and here he is in Australia in the middle of his eight month journey around the world on a 1967 125cc boosted to 175cc for the trip. Europeans don't mind riding small machines. I like the adventure myself and I am starting to think my own 1979 Vespa is proving reliable enough for some touring, as much as work allows.
This English owned Vespa crossed Spain to Morocco and had a good time doing it, mostly. I think his basic maintenance could have been better does what one can with what one has. This Rally 200 looks great doing it:
An American!  A New England trip to Vermont from Boston to visit family by this member of the Modern Vespa community. He later moved to Northern California and took his P200 with him. No more road trips reported.
An Italian touring Vespa with fancy saddlebags and compact luggage. I don't like carrying gas on the floor boards as I like to set my feet crosswise especially when I am in the saddle all day. I like to use the luggage hook to carry supplies bought on the road, like a bag with dinner or lunch prior to a stop, or wet laundry or some other sudden need. The hook gives you a place to hang the unexpected impedimenta that lands in your lap on the road.
This unlikely traveler is an Indian built LML which I found to be horridly unreliable. This owner seems confident. Great stuff. Plus he has gas on the useful front rack and room for his feet to move around. The windshield will slow him down and these  bikes in my opinion aren't fast enough to warrant barn door protection to the properly dressed rider.
Another hopeful traveler with saddlebags and spare tires everywhere. He was starting a successful trip from South Africa to Dublin in company with several other identical Vespas.
Found this on Pinterest. Cool dude.
My fleet at home, my wife's not so modern anymore automatic 150cc, my Bonneville which goes too fast for the Keys (!) and my P200.
Have a good weekend, what's left of it.
New PODCAST in the morning!

Monochrome Night Walk

As observed on a walk around the cemetery on a midnight lunch break:

Key West  family wagon: a child carrier in front, a child bike behind...seen at Mangia Mangia.

Typical scenes of Key West sleeping, far from the bars. I sometimes forget these scenes and this peace is not typical in urban America. Too bad because it should be.
A technicolor pedicab on Windsor Lane to end the essay in shades of "real life."