It's a lovely summer's day today. Warm, with a gentle breeze. In my youth, on a day like today, I would head for the hills on my Vespa. Despite the giant lollipop-like helmet perched atop my scrawny body, I could feel the rush of the air on my face and smell the irresistible scent of dried grass being watered by giant sprinklers in the fields (pre-water restriction days, obviously). I'm not a speed freak, but I felt exhilarated by the ride. I miss those times. Everyone should have a scooter at some stage in their life; there's nothing that says breezy like whizzing along on a Vespa with a bunch of flowers jammed down the front of your jacket and your groceries in a box tied behind you on the seat. Here's to being young and breezy:
From the cover of "The New Target Book for Girls".