You know what makes me sad?
This.
The Vespa GTV 250.
This beautiful piece of machinery.
So stylish.
So classy.
The gas mileage?
65-70 miles per gallon.
Unheard of for a car.
Where can I park it?
Anywhere I damn well please!
It fits EVERYWHERE.
Did I mention how cool-looking it was?
But alas!
I am so terrified of the way other people drive that I could never conceivably talk myself into getting one of these as a replacement for my car because, yes, I am a wuss. And I'm very concerned with the prospect of causing irreparable damage to my person.
Is it any wonder that I have no damn cred?
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