I think I'm about to buy a new (to me) scooter.
It's Nico's fault.
He does that, and I'd forgotten in the 14 years I was without a scooter that he does.
You see, his customers are like Hermit crabs (well, apart from the fragile exoskeletons. The pincers. The shells. And lack of scooters. OK: perhaps this analogy isn't standing up as well as I first thought!)
Let me explain.
You may remember back after The Storm That Killed Miss Daisy, that I bought a scooter to replace her.
It was odd being back on 2 wheels after 14 years in a car, and I've always felt embarrassed as I never considered new-to-me-scooter Jasper a 'real' scooter, but rather a plastic toy that sounded like a sewing machine.
But he (Jasper) was an excellent financial choice at a time when I wasn't sure that Miss Daisy had been written off, and he was a Vespa: just not what I considered a 'real' Vespa.
Don't get me wrong: Jasper has served his purpose. It's only me, as a hardened PX owner that is feeling the difference between my ET4 twist and go and what I consider a 'real' (metal, geared) Vespa.
(Still looking for a picture!)
Jasper was booked in for a service today, and while I was there, Nico asked why I wasn't going to the scoot meet ups now I had a scoot, and I explained my whole 'real'/not 'real' dilemma.
And it would seem that he has a solution. Which would mean me buying a PX from another customer of his and letting Jasper go to live with someone else.
(And now, finally, there's a picture of a miniature scooter: except it's a Lambretta, and reminds me that I really should return to working on the Two-tone dance party scene.)
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