cosmic

So I am loving my Vespa, but I am also bearing in mind that it hasn’t rained since it arrived.  Nonetheless, I got on it and drove down to Biggin Hill just to put petrol in it, and then just kept on driving randomly.  Because I can. It’s like that.  And it takes only five quid for a fill-up!

To share my joy, I am taking a break from the Collisionless Boltzmann Equation to present to you some choice Vespa pin-ups:

Esther Williams in very appropriate scootering attire, loving the man-candy.

Bringing a whole new dimension to the concept of helmet hair.

And finally, this girl is totally biting my red duffle coat style:

If only we could zip around on our scooters with such pizazz these days, so carefree and wanton, spurning the advances of hi-vis flourescent kit and bad hair day helmets. Modern life is rubbish, my friends.

Actually, I don’t mind the helmets, however my cute red Vespa retro one that matches my scooter is STILL on backorder. And I am coming around to the full-face helmet point of view for protection, but will have to act on this later.  In the meantime, I have ordered white reflective stars with which to decorate my red topper once it arrives so I can glimmer in the twilight like a massive reflective astro-dork.