Easy Rider

Most of my high school students, my friends, and my family considered me a very conservative high school English teacher. I was the type of family man who would drive a four-door car. However, there was a time in 1971 when I was quite a dashing figure with my helmet en route to the University of South Florida in Tampa, riding my Vespa scooter. I had bought the scooter from my brother-in-law in order to save gas money in my commute from St. Petersburg to north Tampa as I pursued my Masters degree at the University of South Florida. The scooter would only do forty-two miles per hour max, which made me the terror of I-275. I was eventually stopped by the highway patrol and told that the scooter was not fast enough to be allowed on the interstate. By then I had almost finished my degree. Why I wasn’t killed on that scooter, I’ll never know. When the road was wet, it was impossible to stop as the scooter would just skid. I finally sold it and was glad to be rid of it. Nevertheless, I have wonderful memories of my scooting about town on my very “cool” mode of transportation.



About bobosbest

I am an 80-year-old retired English teacher whose writing goals are fulfilled by publishing these blogs. I have a wonderful married partner, Dimitris Tsitsiras, who is from Greece. Life is good and still an adventure.
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2 Responses to Easy Rider

  1. arcadian48 says:

    I can certainly understand the appeal of the high gas mileage, but my mental image of you risking death on I-275 with every commute is both nerve-wracking and humorous. Somehow, Miss Gulch on her bicycle comes to mind.

  2. Tom says:

    Another little-known Thommy story!

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