I have no idea why I love Vespas, but I do.
I remember my first, and I think ride on a Vespa. I was a kid of only about 7 or 8 years old and we were at the backyard barbecue of my father’s in New Jersey. I think the town was Essex Fells. At one point, boss rode up on his Vespa and offered to take each kid for a ride around the block. To that point in my little life I had never felt such exhilaration. The open air in my face, the ‘roar’ of the little motor as I was whisked along at what must surely have been breathtaking speeds all forged an affection for this little Italian stallion of motorized bliss.
This one was caught in Greenwich Village in front of a quaint row house and is the most pretty photograph of a Vespa I’ve ever shot.
Did I mention I visited the Vespa museum in Rome? I guess that one will be for another time.
Thanks and happy shooting.
Bob Estremera