giallo

It's forbidden to ride a vespa on the autostrada highway. Yet this fearless centaur does, and even succeeding in passing us. We were on our way down to Positano, driving through an area known for cameo carvings, volcanic lava tunnels, and lax traffic law enforcement.

gps + vespe

Did I mention how much I love riding in taxis?
I don't indulge that often, but lately I've had to rush around town a lot. Waiting for the bus in the scorching Roman sun only adds to the frenzy and frustration, so in the last few days I've been treating myself to the luxe pleasure of il tassì, as we call it here. While I stretch my legs in the air conditioned back seat, I take pictures.
I'm on taxis so often recently, that the other day I even bumped into a colleague who–similarly to myself–has left the movie business, and is now making a living driving a cab!
Lucky him, he gets to ride one every day.

vespa show

Just as I was saying good-bye to some friends visiting from LA after a gargantuan gelato session, a buzzing platoon of Vespa scooters zoomed by. They all had numbers on the front, so maybe it was some sort of competition. Judging from the models, it was probably for vintage classics.

Check out the cream-colored one equipped with sidecar... Also, I think I spotted a Lambretta out there somewhere...
Ah, bliss. Almost better than gelato.

This post is dedicated to my vespa-buddy, CHUCK