Looking in the trunk of memories I found this picture of the summer of 85 when he was young and handsome and also rode a Vespa 150 Sprint 64.
Some will say what more could you want? The truth is that in those days did not have the glamor Vespas have now. I wanted a Ducati. Surely, peináis not yet gray, you are thinking of a Monster, or something. Forget that, I'm talking about a Strada 250, a single cylinder with drum brakes, manufactured in Spain by Ducati Mototrans sadly missing during the 70's. A cockatoo bike, but for me, at that time was the bomb.
Due to lack of budget I had to content with a old Vespa. Just join the Army Noncommissioned Officer Academy and they paid me 711 monthly Pts. Milpesetista was not getting to, and now complain mileuristas.
cost me a whopping 25,000 pts and fucking gave me more happiness penalties. With it I had a love-hate relationship and did not make the Vespismo. Originally
blue, but was a little waterfall and the seller was in charge of red paint in some detail, as the crest of the fenders and headlight bangs in black. Between that and five stickers the thing was apparent.
On the one hand allowed me to spend more pedestrian to the motorcycle, which is a significant leap. The trouble is that he insisted to entertain the go with a more varied repertoire, thick carburetor, spark plug pearl, zero energy, jabs, shot candle in full swing and other numbers that I forget. It was a tough chick
the condemned. Come to think that breakfast barbed wire, like Clint Eastwood in "Heartbreak Ridge" because occasionally let off a fart and a long metal shavings from the exhaust. When that happened, I gave him a pat on the ass and say "this is my girl." Then I found out they were chunks of sausage docks carrying the clutch disc. All this added to the intrinsic characteristics of the model in question, eg Unless beacon lit a candle and a brake that was a risky sport and the fact that as yet it had not been invented the Internet, or the classical concept, it was impossible to find parts.
Three years later I bought a Renault 5 GTL, which at this point would also be a classic, and as I already had the black cataplines to mechanical practices through the ditches, the Vespa kicked him in the ass and no remorse give it to a friend.
Some will say what more could you want? The truth is that in those days did not have the glamor Vespas have now. I wanted a Ducati. Surely, peináis not yet gray, you are thinking of a Monster, or something. Forget that, I'm talking about a Strada 250, a single cylinder with drum brakes, manufactured in Spain by Ducati Mototrans sadly missing during the 70's. A cockatoo bike, but for me, at that time was the bomb.
Due to lack of budget I had to content with a old Vespa. Just join the Army Noncommissioned Officer Academy and they paid me 711 monthly Pts. Milpesetista was not getting to, and now complain mileuristas.
cost me a whopping 25,000 pts and fucking gave me more happiness penalties. With it I had a love-hate relationship and did not make the Vespismo. Originally
blue, but was a little waterfall and the seller was in charge of red paint in some detail, as the crest of the fenders and headlight bangs in black. Between that and five stickers the thing was apparent.
On the one hand allowed me to spend more pedestrian to the motorcycle, which is a significant leap. The trouble is that he insisted to entertain the go with a more varied repertoire, thick carburetor, spark plug pearl, zero energy, jabs, shot candle in full swing and other numbers that I forget. It was a tough chick
the condemned. Come to think that breakfast barbed wire, like Clint Eastwood in "Heartbreak Ridge" because occasionally let off a fart and a long metal shavings from the exhaust. When that happened, I gave him a pat on the ass and say "this is my girl." Then I found out they were chunks of sausage docks carrying the clutch disc. All this added to the intrinsic characteristics of the model in question, eg Unless beacon lit a candle and a brake that was a risky sport and the fact that as yet it had not been invented the Internet, or the classical concept, it was impossible to find parts.
Three years later I bought a Renault 5 GTL, which at this point would also be a classic, and as I already had the black cataplines to mechanical practices through the ditches, the Vespa kicked him in the ass and no remorse give it to a friend.
After this experience, eleven years later to return to the world of two wheels and certainly not a Vespa.
course of time and already past forty, maybe a little nostalgia youth, stumbled again with the same stone, and this time the Wasp if got bite me. I am currently the proud owner of a Vespa PX 200 Disc and I have a relationship with her only love. Nice addition, it is reliable and practical for everyday use. You do not have the character of my first girl is not willful or capricious, nor is it metal farts, but that at this age is no longer one for tempestuous relationship.
The twists and turns of life. Who was going to tell me that after 25 years was going to miss?
course of time and already past forty, maybe a little nostalgia youth, stumbled again with the same stone, and this time the Wasp if got bite me. I am currently the proud owner of a Vespa PX 200 Disc and I have a relationship with her only love. Nice addition, it is reliable and practical for everyday use. You do not have the character of my first girl is not willful or capricious, nor is it metal farts, but that at this age is no longer one for tempestuous relationship.
The twists and turns of life. Who was going to tell me that after 25 years was going to miss?
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