My tiny Lady Veterinarian loves motorcycles. Big, loud, full-sized motorcycles. A while back I restored an early Harley Electroglide for her, complete with a side car – being half an inch short of five feet, she needs the side car to hold it up for her. Because she is so short and I’m scrawny enough to give the illusion of being tall, two or three times a year we put on our Mario and Luigi costumes and fake mustaches, get on her Harley and lead the local charity motorcycle parades.
Maybe when Randie gets her Vespid, she and Ryan can cosplay Fooly Cooly!
I like how you call her “my tiny lady vet”… and I love this story! hahahaha…. Mario and Luigi… I presume, also, that you saw the closing Olympics ceremony last month… with Mario… if not, I’m sure YouTube could show you the “scenes from the upcoming Tokyo Olympics”…
ANYhoo… My Aunt Bernie, who is no taller than me, has a Harley Davidson. It surprised the family, for sure!
Hoping this might work out for Randie. I have NO idea why, but I could see Randie being a decent scooter mechanic. And I can envision her falling in love with that skill; a doctor for all her sick Vespid friends. There’s a kind of art involved with that, I think.
Well… Randie has trouble making rice crispy treats… giving her a wrench and a couple of screwdrivers might be dangerous.
This reminds me of a “Dad memory” … when I was around 4 or 5, we lived in Eureka, Ca. We had the family VW Bug… but my dad also had a Triumph motorcycle… he had bought it as a young Marine. But by the time I saw it, it was in a box in the formal dining room (which was empty, except for the box of motorcycle).
Randie is pretty desperate to get out of her “removed from town” abode… having the freedom of getting on her scooter (mind you, this is not a Vespid model)… and going down to The Row, or to the art supply store… or… whatever! Not relying on a ride or the bus that runs every hour is precious!
I believe that light rail is good, too… but having a Scooter means you can get around where cars and light rail cannot go! “Lord, won’t you buy me… a Ves-pa Scoo-ter.”
Matter of view. Public mass-transit has its place. It’s the notion that other people will see light rail as an alternative to the automobile is where it comes a-cropper…
A little fixer-upper, but still…
My tiny Lady Veterinarian loves motorcycles. Big, loud, full-sized motorcycles. A while back I restored an early Harley Electroglide for her, complete with a side car – being half an inch short of five feet, she needs the side car to hold it up for her. Because she is so short and I’m scrawny enough to give the illusion of being tall, two or three times a year we put on our Mario and Luigi costumes and fake mustaches, get on her Harley and lead the local charity motorcycle parades.
Maybe when Randie gets her Vespid, she and Ryan can cosplay Fooly Cooly!
I like how you call her “my tiny lady vet”… and I love this story! hahahaha…. Mario and Luigi… I presume, also, that you saw the closing Olympics ceremony last month… with Mario… if not, I’m sure YouTube could show you the “scenes from the upcoming Tokyo Olympics”…
ANYhoo… My Aunt Bernie, who is no taller than me, has a Harley Davidson. It surprised the family, for sure!
Hoping this might work out for Randie. I have NO idea why, but I could see Randie being a decent scooter mechanic. And I can envision her falling in love with that skill; a doctor for all her sick Vespid friends. There’s a kind of art involved with that, I think.
Well… Randie has trouble making rice crispy treats… giving her a wrench and a couple of screwdrivers might be dangerous.
This reminds me of a “Dad memory” … when I was around 4 or 5, we lived in Eureka, Ca. We had the family VW Bug… but my dad also had a Triumph motorcycle… he had bought it as a young Marine. But by the time I saw it, it was in a box in the formal dining room (which was empty, except for the box of motorcycle).
Perhaps Randie will settle for “it runs…”
Randie is pretty desperate to get out of her “removed from town” abode… having the freedom of getting on her scooter (mind you, this is not a Vespid model)… and going down to The Row, or to the art supply store… or… whatever! Not relying on a ride or the bus that runs every hour is precious!
Having one’s own wheels is freedom. (I wish those guys who keep pushing light rail would wise up about that.)
I believe that light rail is good, too… but having a Scooter means you can get around where cars and light rail cannot go! “Lord, won’t you buy me… a Ves-pa Scoo-ter.”
Matter of view. Public mass-transit has its place. It’s the notion that other people will see light rail as an alternative to the automobile is where it comes a-cropper…
Serendipity! (One of my favorite words!)
Mine, too! It’s a flighty word… that plays on the tongue… and the word pops up when you’re unsuspecting!
Unironically so, even……
Do it, Rye. Mass transit is a pain in the butt!