Here he is, my own little Vespa. He was born in 1984, his dad was well endowed and passed on the p150x gene.
Oh, I'm so happy, I could sommer gorrel Sunlight soap!
Bertie is named after my grandfather Hubertus van Goeverden (my Dutch oupa) who passed him down to me. I am very fortunate, because Oupa Goewies wanted to get rid of him. I came along, eyed the bike, and the next minute he was all mine!
Please take note, that Bertie is a he. I've got enough trouble as it is.
Nevertheless, Bertie doesn't want to start. This convinces me that there is a measure of gender-confusion in Bertie's psyche. Please note that I deliberately use the term "gender-confused" as this is, unlike homosexuality, a psychological abnormality (according to my textbook on Psychopathology - Sue, Sue and Sue).
I am in two minds about how to treat this problem. I can either send Bertie for professional help. This may cost a bit, but he will be sorted out in no time. Or, I can understake to practice my skills and take Bertie on as a medium- to longterm project. The costs may be less, but you never know - I might just mess him up some more, ending up sending him to a pro afterall!
Pray for me as I make this vital decision.
And Dion, thanks for drawing my attention to the beauty of Vespa's. Otherwise I would have never eyed it in my Oupa's garage.
2 comments:
Wow! What a beauty!!! I love those two tone panels! Look, he is only a spring chicken compared to my two old girls. But nonetheless, he is a fine specimen in a long line of Italian styling!
I also love the chrome rack on the back. You can load at least 3 children, two chickens, a donkey, a double bed mattress and all of your Doctoral research on there (well in India that is).
I am sure that all that she needs is a good cleaning out of the Carb, a new spark plug, cleaning of the air filter and viola she will purr like a kitten!
This is by far the best scooter DIY website on the net (they have pictures and everything!) Check it out: http://www.scooterhelp.com/.
Welcome to bliss, oh glorious bliss! Like children, once you've owned a Vespa, your life can never be the same again. The style, the poise, the fact that you can put your books on the floor between your feet, wear a suit, a cassock (as in Italy) and not look silly doing so... There is nothing quite like it.
Just ask my students as I buz up the chapel for communion on a Tuesday morning wearing a clerical shirt, with a bag full of books, a laptop, a box full of marking, and sometimes even a guitar!
hey Boet
You have taken the first rung of the ladder. Welcome to the world of freedom from traffic queues.
PG
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