One day, when I grow up, and I'm too old and stiff to pedal my bike, I shall have a Vespa ... a beautiful, quite possibly orange (but I haven't decided on the colour yet) Vespa. My daughters and I spent a very happy evening indulging in Vespa-lust in Lucca. Mine, when I get it, will also have a natty* locking compartment at the back for my ever-so-stylish helmet and lovely Italian leather driving gloves ... And while I wait for this dream machine to materialise, I have my Vespa tote complete with leather handles fashioned from my other half's cast off leather jacket (not cast off as in just taken off, obviously, though that is him behind the chair ... )
*I have been told by my offspring NEVER to use this word.
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