The Vespa 400 was my ride
My four-wheel Vespa was not one of their world-renowned motor scooters. It was a car. A really small car. I don’t think my mother ever forgave me. “That’s probably the dumbest purchase you have ever made.” I bought the little red car during my junior year of college. No longer living on campus, it was a challenging year of half college credits and a full-time job. And to make it work, I had to commute 28 miles to work, 12 miles to Boston University, then 20 miles home each day. A 60-mile triangle. My bicycle was not up to the job. I waitressed on Cape Cod for three summers, ...