A Vespa Story from Fellow Israeli Blogger, Treppenwitz.

I’ve sent a shout out to a fellow Israeli Blogger Treppenwitz, who knows the joys of getting around Israel on a vespa, a while back here on the blog. In that post, I mentioned a little video he uploaded of his driving through J-lem’s Old City on the ‘pa. Today I wanted to share a very lovely story of his about kindness, women on scooters, and what happens to cute outfits worn on vespas in reality. I’ve included his story below and be sure to check out his blog!

This photo comes from Treppenzitz’s blog and was taken this past March when a great surprise happened in the country: SNOW!

From Treppenwitz.com,

“Being someone’s knight in shining armor: 

I had a meeting in Tel Aviv not too long ago, and to get there, I had to take my scooter onto a fast moving highway called the ‘Ayalon’.

At one point I found myself following a nicely dressed young woman riding a little retro looking scooter. 

Ladyvespas: fierceness defined. 

 (Photo Credit: taken from the article, AARON HARRIS/FOR THE TORONTO STAR.)

I am so happy that, slowly, more and more articles about woman scooterists/motorcyclist are being written that takes the focus away from them as  sex symbols and more towards them being seen as regular riders and respected as such. I recently saw this one article posted by the Vespa Americas FB Page and wanted to share it here:

Scooter style: How to look good but avoid road rash. 

http://www.scooterlust.com/

I found another ladyvespa while searching the depths of the bloggin’ vespa scene,

I highly suggest checking out her blog and combing through her archive. 

During all my searching throughout the web in the scooter community,  I found it to be mainly dominated  by male bloggers and writers.

I couldn’t find the types of articles I wanted to read, with the focuses that I had an interest in learning about. It isn’t as if I am looking for the Vespa Wife’s Guide to Superb Housekeeping or anything crazy like that, I just wanted to find a space out there that remembered that we existed.

And remembered that we don’t take a back seat anymore.