Of course, the images in my head include me zipping around, fashionable scarf tied around my neck with a casual European flair. Lifted by the breeze, the pastel-toned silk blows frivolously and trails behind (under my helmet, of course) as I pick up speed...then I think of Isador Duncan and that image dissolves in a quick poof!
No, I'd probably be more like Popeye's Olive Oyl, all arms and legs trying to look cool as I maneuver through the round-a-bouts, a tad too timid to be skillful...which would lead to a bit of yelping at near-misses ... and bugs in my teeth each time I opened my mouth to yelp.
I think I'll just stick to collecting images like this and enjoying my daydreams about how cool I might be if I had a Vespa scooter.
Yeah. That's the ticket.