Thursday, September 13, 2012

Scooting Around Town

Our friends over at Life With No Fixed Address happen to be in New York City this week, at the same time we're here. So you know what that means - dinners, drinks, and dancing!! Well, no drinks and no dancing, but definitely dinner and plenty of fun.

These days when they're not renting a car, and they need to be away from the truck, they get around on their Vespa. I don't think there's anything cooler than a trucker who carries a Vespa with them! And it really comes in handy, like it did a few nights ago when they Vespa'd over to meet us at a local diner for dinner.

Ed was very concerned when they first said they were getting the Vespa. Not so much because of what they'd be doing, but more often because of how other people drive. Like with a motorcycle - they don't see you, they don't really seem to care about people on two wheels, and all they have to do is just slightly swipe you, and you're down - Ed thinks it's dangerous. Definitely a situation
where motorcycle accident compensation is an absolute must. What happens if you're out tooling around enjoying your time off and you get hurt? Or dead? Man, that would suck.

The fuel savings on a scooter or motorcycle are very attractive to many people - especially the way the gas prices have been rising over the years - not to mention they're easy to park. Whether you're a student on a university campus, a person who lives in a congested urban area, or truck drivers like our friends, being able to find a place to park your mode of transportation is a huge plus. And as long as you pay attention, ride responsibly, and do your best to stay safe on them, they can really enhance your exploring experiences.

Ed and I were sitting in front of the diner waiting for them when the time they were supposed to meet us came and went. Five minutes later, still no sign of them. Five minutes after that, nothing. No phonecall, no text, no smoke signals. Where were they?

We sat outside for a while longer before we decided to go in and wait. Finally they pulled up, a half hour late, and parked right outside the window we were sitting at. We were more than relieved, because at this point, I thought for sure they were in a ditch. When they finally got to the table, we explained how worried we were and told them that for the half-hour they were delayed, we had watched every bus that passed the window, making sure they weren't stuck to the front.
It wasn't until after they were settled in that I realized they had called to let us know they'd be running late.

1 comment:

Gil said...

It's the Italian in you!