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The pictures below tell it all, however, for those of you that are curious, I will tell the little story of how I wrecked on the Vespa. Our sweet neighbor offered to let me and my husband take her Vespa for a ride after our Shish-ka-bobs on Saturday night. Matthew and I drove around the block and then he asked me if I wanted to try it. "It's easier than riding a bike!" So, I tried it...Matthew was on the back of the scooter with me and I wasn't riding more than 10 seconds, when I freaked out pulled the throttle and sent the bike and Matthew flying on top of me. It's pretty sweet....the pictures below put my thumb to shame, which is the least of my worries now.
PS. I was wearing Capris and flip flops.....WHAT was I thinking!?!?!?!?