1956: dad gets his first scooter. a used, silver coloured lambretta. it was love at first sight, he says. a year later, he has an accident, not worth describing, grandma decides to get rid of the lambretta and succees in it. in that same year, he manages to own a silver paperino vespa for three whole months, before grandma strikes again.
1966: dad sees a red vespa GS 150, falls for a second time and decides to buy it within three or four seconds. 4 years later, his wife, my mom, who has had (in that very same year) already given birth to a girl, my sister L., gets rid of the vespa, without ever asking for permission. thank God it did not lead to a painful divorce. but it certainly lead to my birth, a few years later.
1996: the precious baby girl turns 18 and dad gives her as a present a brand new gorgeous vespa ET4 in blue livorno. sister L., mom and grandma cooperate in the name of their fears and try hard to let the jewel dissapear over night, but do NOT succee. the baby girl is smarter and hides the treasure.
years go by, the baby girl still drives that ET4, making dad proud and mom nuts and then suddenly one day, she finds by accident a 1966 GS 150 red vespa, in an almost perfect condition. she decides within eleven seconds to buy it. for dads 70th birthday.
mom finds out, and to everybodys surprise, not only gives permission, but also says she is actually... thrilled.
two days later, she decides to buy a red helm for herself. dad says, "ill be damned", and asks the baby girl, when will she finally get her law degree to represent him in court. TO DIE FOR.