Friday, May 16, 2003
vespa love
on boylston street live two vespas -- a grey and black one and minty one that gives me shivers. these two vehicles make me smile every time i walk past them. each time my fingers grazing the leather seats or touching a rubber handle bar. i finger the license plate. it's smooth edges and raised numbers. and each day as a i walk past them i contemplate leaving a little note of thanks to the owner. "your vespa makes my day. let's go out for coffee sometime on me." i never do. i'm not sure why. i've had these thoughts for a long time. since last year. two whole school years, four semesters, about 14 months of contemplation but still no note.
then one day, like when Nino found out about the photobooth repairmen, i saw the driver. an average man no different that you or i. just some fellow with a minty green vespa joy ride. i wish i was him everyday.
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on boylston street live two vespas -- a grey and black one and minty one that gives me shivers. these two vehicles make me smile every time i walk past them. each time my fingers grazing the leather seats or touching a rubber handle bar. i finger the license plate. it's smooth edges and raised numbers. and each day as a i walk past them i contemplate leaving a little note of thanks to the owner. "your vespa makes my day. let's go out for coffee sometime on me." i never do. i'm not sure why. i've had these thoughts for a long time. since last year. two whole school years, four semesters, about 14 months of contemplation but still no note.
then one day, like when Nino found out about the photobooth repairmen, i saw the driver. an average man no different that you or i. just some fellow with a minty green vespa joy ride. i wish i was him everyday.
¶ 6:28 PM
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