Paris: I'm Thinking About Getting a Vespa

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All spring I've been jonesing for a Vespa.  There's a cocktail at Boundary Road on H Street called "I'm Thinking About Getting a Vespa." Isn't that every urbanite's fantasy?  That's been my rallying cry for awhile.

A few months ago, my friend Andy sent me a photo text of a red Vespa with a custom license plate spelling out my last name.  He texted, "Is this yours?"

No, it wasn't.  But it could be!  Or rather, could it be a sign?  Should I get a Vespa?  The more I thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense (if you ignore the expense and the possibility of serious injury).  I could zoom up hills without breaking a sweat.  I could avoid the weekend 20-minute wait between trains on the Metro.  I could park anywhere.  Most importantly, I could pick out a cool color for my Vespa.

When I visited Andy and Emily in Norfolk, Andy took me for a spin on his Vespa, a sleek silver model.  Here I am, gearing up for the ride:

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OK, maybe a Vespa is not going to make me look cooler.  I look like a bobblehead.

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Looking uneasy in this picture.

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And away we go!

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Emily and Andy's dog Jasper sees us off on our journey.

That's the first time I've ever been on a moped.  What a way to travel.  It didn't seem so dangerous, just fun, but then again I wasn't driving.  There's a scooter shop in Arlington near work, so one lunch hour I invited my coworker Luther to go check it out.  It turned out to be an insurance office attached to a garage, and the guy showed us around for 10 minutes.  I felt bad that I wasn't a serious buyer.  I took their literature though.  Another push towards rationalizing a scooter purchase.

Everyone had mopeds in Paris (see photos above).  Talk about living the dream.  Scooting around Paris, from flea market to bistro.  For a girl with Vespas on the brain, Paris cemented my scooter love.

I told my mom that I wanted a moped.  "No.  You're not doing that," she said.  The answer seemed final.  But I already ride a bike, I said.  Isn't that similar?  "I'll hear a report on the news about a girl in Mount Pleasant on a Vespa who got hit by a bus, and I'll know it will be you," she said.