When I first saw her in the showroom, I knew we were meant for each other. Her head (light) was turned shyly to the side, almost flirting with me. She was a delightful sea foam green. Her wheelbase was smaller than the other scooter I was considering promising nimble handling. She even had that petite, curvy retro look I adore. It was love at first sight.
Vietnam
The House on Dream Street: Memoir of an American Woman Living in Vietnam
The House on Dream Street had given me the secret code! apparently, “không Biét ān” was some sort of epicurean safe-word when living in Vietnam!
Scooter Culture in Vietnam: BE BOLD!
Zipping around Saigon, side-saddle on the back of a vintage Vespa Scooter is one of the boldest things I have ever done! Thick rivers of humanity course through streets on scooters with no regard to traffic signals or lane signs.