Next thing I know she sends me this:
Ok, I took up the challenge, lol.
"Red Lambretta"
My uncle saw a two-wheeled find
That no one knows about
He says it's used and in a barn
We hope the motor runs
And on Sunday I elude my wife
And head to where it's parked
Eight thousand says that Picker show
Got my wallet, I can't wait
Order from SIP
As refurbishment effort slowly drains my time
Clean out that carb
And the hard bench seat causes pain in my spine
Now at my house
In my garage this rusty old machine
Aged fifty odd years
To make it like new has been my dearest dream
I strip away the old debris
That hides a dusty scoot
A faded red Lambretta
From a better vanished time
I fire up the choking engine
Responding with a cough
Tires splitting rubber
I commit to weekly grime
Wind In my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge...
Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware
Suddenly ahead of me
Across the mountainside
A gleaming vintage scooter
Shoots towards me, two-up ride
I spin around with screeching tires
To run a friendly race
Go rushing through the valley
As the Vespa joins the chase
Drive with the wind
Straining the limits of the 8 inch tires
Crying out loud with doubt but hope
I've got a desperate whim
As they pass me by I turn but get stranded on the damp road side
Call back to the house
To load up my Lammy for a trailer ride
For those of you that don't know the song:
