This is the third installment in a series of what it’s like to live with Piaggio’s revolutionary three-wheeled maxi-scooter.
Part 1, initial impressions, is here.
Part 2, erramds amd running around, is here.
Saturday arrives and it’s my daughter’s tenth birthday. It is absolutely beautiful outside as I get up bright and early. Sheila and I had spent the evening getting all the presents wrapped and ensuring that everything was in place for Kira’s 10 girlfriends to have a pool party and get a deep sugar infusion with ice cream, cake and pizza in our back yard.
Daughter walks into the room, and the first thing she asks is if I’ll take her on the scooter to the Panera bread around the corner for a cookie and some lemonade. I’m feeling coffee, so this is definitely a good thing. Continue reading