One of the advantages of being married to a mechanic is that we always have a variety of motor vehicles around here.
(Sometimes, that is a dis-advantage.)
But for the kids it is a definite advantage.
One of the motorized vehicles we have right now is a discarded motor scooter that has been fixed up for running around. The original idea was that I would get to buzz up to the post office on my jaunty Vespa-wanna-be to get stamps or to the market to buy some buttermilk for the banana cake. But since the thing doesn't have a valid title it has become a play toy for the little boys who buzz around the yard
all day, every day to the consternation of their long-suffering grandmother.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.........rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...........
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr................rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.............
etc. etc. etc.
The boys have a decidedly different riding style.
Samuel is a free-wheeling speed junkie.
Peter is much more concentrated in his focus.
And I would have much more fun with it if I was actually riding in a little Tuscan village to buy the day's bread and wine.
