Back in the office for a day before disappearing for a few days to Wales.
I rode in this morning on the Vespa and, of course, as this is Britain and as this is Birmingham I got thoroughly soaked. And as this is also the country of austerity (ok not quite) I am going to have to fight to get a heater to dry my wet jeans on.
Yes I know putting a heat on in the middle of summer is not “Environmentally correct” but as I did my bit for the planet by using said Vespa I feel justified!
Wales dwells in a dark part of my heart, whilst I know it has rugged beauty and even that some of my forbears came from there, it is still the place where, as a child, we moved to for a few traumatic years. I was around the age of 11, very impressionable and English and bullied continually by the local Welsh children and by the Welsh teachers alike. But this was also the place where I saw the wonderful Barry John play which almost makes up for the abuse.
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Taffy bastards!
To be honest I always see Wales as my second team! A nation steeped in rugby can't be all bad.
Anyway, I have found myself lusting after a Vespa or Lambretta in recent months. All very predictable mid life crisis stuff (or maybe a nod towards the green agenda, who knows).
Anyway, if a theoretical person in a theoretical Midlands City wanted to find a theoreical decent second hand scooter, where would you advise him to look?
Cheers.
Cruachan
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