Maybe I Do Want Simple Things

So as planned, Durso came over and got the smallie running in record time! I couldn't be more pleased. I remembered how to love commuting anywhere and everywhere! So much of that is lost in a car. I have been truly blessed, however, to have a car that I can use whenever I want. I could never repay Katherine for that luxury. Of course we've always had one of those "I'd do anything I can for you or our horses" friendship. I think that's why we did so well together in business. I worked for her, Leila and Tru and she worked for Me, Tru and Leila. It didn't matter who did it as long as it got done and everyone was happy at the end of the day.

Anyways, back to the smallie. Ollie, Oliver, Ollie the Smallie or GrmblX2, no matter what you call "him" is a 1980 100 Sport Vespa. It has been kitted to a 135 and flies like the wind. I bought the bike from my friend SiD, who in turn, got it as a payment from Patrick. When SiD's girlfriend at the time decided she didn't want it, he opted to sell it. I wanted it so badly even though I had my other Vespa, a P200e from 1979. Of course I didn't have all the $$ up front so SiD agreed to let me make payments on the bike. That's where my problems began. The fucking thing NEVER ran well until right before the KDSC rally last year, a YEAR after buying the bike. Luck for me, Durso is an awesome small frame mechanic and got everything worked out. I'll tell you what, that fucking scooter is so lucky I liked it so much or it would have been in the Humbolt Park Lagoon on one of the many nights I pushed it home.

It's funny because I'd never admit to even liking Ollie until after the 6 hour ride to and from KDSC's rally last year. Before that, "Axl Rose" the P2oo was my favorite. I've been thinking of selling one of them to fund mine and Derek's trip to Ireland and Germany in October but I just don't have the heart. I love my bikes so much and the only place I'm happier is when I'm with Tru. So my perfect world would involve lots of Tru and lots of scooter riding. It seems so simple. Maybe I am.