The World On Two Wheels

The other day I stopped in at a local Harley Davidson motorcycle dealership, as I will do on occasion.

And what to my wondering eyes should appear?
A scooter the size of a tiny reindeer.

Yes. This particular Harley dealership was also a dealership for Vespa scooters.

I guess it is time to diversify. It seems very unlikely that either market will really steal anyone from the other.

One fine day a man walks in to the showroom of his local Harley dealer. His heart is set on a Road King Classic or maybe even an Electra Glide. He swings his leg over one of the beasts and grabs the handlebars imagining the wind in his face as he rolls through the gears and feels the throaty growl of the engine beneath him. In his mind, he’s flying down the highway, carefree and… but then it happens. Out of the corner of his eye he catches a glimpse of that unmistakable powder blue color. As if mesmerized, he finds himself walking across the showroom floor to that collection of scooters all parked in a neat little row. Could they be? …Are they really?... Yes, they’re Vespas. Cue the angelic choir. There is a blur of signing some papers, then, before he knows it, he is purring down the street and pulling in to his driveway.

The garage door goes up and he pulls his new machine in to rest at the very spot he has reserved for months… waiting for this day.

Tomorrow he goes for his tattoo.