Big news, little bike

My sister recently came out of the closet.

No, not that closet.

This is a closet filled with tight leather, aviator sunglasses, studded belts and black gloves.

OK, maybe not that closet, either.

But if there's a closet filled with scarves, cute capris, and a Vespa - which is basically the Schwinn cruiser of motorized bicycles - then she just came out of it. (To our parents, though she's been openly Vespa-ed for a few weeks now to many of us. But since I had to respect her unnatural fear of them, I waited to share the big news rather than risk exposing her to my dearest Mommie.)

Oh yeah, and there's a blog in that closet. And it's really funny.




So if you want to read about my sister's adventures in Vespaland, go here. Frequently.

I must admit that I'm a bit reluctant to direct you her way as she was doled out more wit and writing talent than I got at birth. (Hey, she's the first - by the time I was born only diluted genetics were available.)

Also, she has a life and a Vespa, which are two things I'm working on. (I'm really not. Life and bikes scare me.)

But who am I to deny you the pleasure of reading humorous tales of my sister's Vespa trips, attempts to join/create a biker gang and plea for vanity plate suggestions?

Some things you just have to share.

Enjoy!