Sunday, 17 May 2009

The Aftermath

Well, after my last blog I guess I should give an update. I wasn't exactly nervous or scared to tell my mother that I had a Vespa, I guess it had just been so long that I hadn't told her about it, an omission of the truth rather than a lie, that it was just a confession that had to happen. It would have come out somehow, I had even slipped up before by saying I had driven into central London but played it off by turning "driving" into taking the bus because at least someone was driving, but I don't think she noticed at all. I didn't tell her simply because I know she worries but I was thinking the other day about telling her when I remembered that both my mother and my father had their pilot licenses when they were my age, IN FACT, they had a plane! That suddenly made my little 125 Vespa that I've never been over 55mph on pretty insignificant. I can't even drive on the motorways or carry passengers yet.

Anyways, after my "blog-fession" my mother called me and we chatted about it to which she said said she didn't even know what a Vespa was and also that she wanted to drive it next time she came to London, so there ya go.

Wednesday, 13 May 2009


Mother Dearest,

This confession is mainly for you as many others already know and the rest probably just don't care. It's something I've been meaning to tell you about but haven't for your own good but it will come out (like the tattoo did) and I'd rather you hear it from me, well, my blog. It's not that I thought you would disapprove because let's face it, I'm a big girl now, and it's definately not anything bad or illegal, I'm a good girl, it was more for the fact I know how you worry about me but it is a big part of my life now and something that I will probably blog, twitter, and facebook about in the future so the time is here.

(Deep breath)

As you already know, Fred got a Vespa early last year and last August my darling husband surprised me with my own matching silver Vespa. It came with the bike, a box for the back, a bike jacket with protector plates and thermal liner, bike gloves with protected fingers and knuckles, a neck warmer for when it's cold, and a balaclava for when it's really really really cold. I had to apply for a British Learners license and take a course to get my license to drive the bike and I was the only one in the class who passed!! I have had it inspected and have insurance as well and best of all my £100 a month on travel passes is now reduced to less than £20 a month on gas, I don't pay the £8 congestion charge to drive in London, and I don't pay for parking. I drive "greenly" so the gas goes further and means less emissions into the environment.

It's a great way to get around, a relief from London's public transport, and I absolutely LOVE it. Fred and I can drive around together and run errands that would have taken us over 2 hours in the past in 30 minutes, it's brilliant. So there you go, it's out there now and if you ever want to worry or fret remember YOUR "alternative" form of transportation when you were my age and just be glad I'm on the ground and not in the air!!