My 1968 Vespa Primavera with lots of chrome and a white leather seat has been stolen in Stockholm.
I'm pissed off, not just because it's stolen but because the thieves might sell it for spare parts. The morons it is worth a hell of a lot more as it is! Please vespa-god, don't let them pick it apart. I'd rather see someone buy it in good faith and take good care of it.
"Orange", my 1968 Vespa Primavera
If you see this driving around in Stockholm, or get an offer to buy it - please let me know as I want to know that my scooter is alright. I get a funny emotional attachment to my machines.
Nashville. A city in the middle of an American state which is deeply conservative, where "everyone" prays to Dolly Parton, drinks whiskey, and owns a cowboy hat, a few guns, as well as real cowboy boots. Right? Or?
Now the social app formerly known as Twitter, X, wants you to verify your identity by uploading your ID. If this becomes a requirement, my account will be script-deleted so that I can remove as much data as a user possibly can.
