During the 1960’s my parents were living and working in Costa Rica. At that time the “family car” wasn’t a car at all, it was a light blue Vespa 150. My dad had bought it from a friend who was moving and used it for the next ten years. We kids (I have an older brother and younger sister) all loved when my dad would take us for rides! One of us would sit in the back and the other would stand just behind the steering handles. And none of us wore helmets! Dad had only one accident with the Vespa. It was when a taxi stopped short in front of him and he sideswiped it and bounced off and hit a utility pole. Although he broke his tail bone it didn’t stop him from continuing to drive it. To this day he talks wistfully about how much he enjoyed owning one.
My parents and older brother ready for a ride on our Vespa.
If I got up early enough I would get to go with my dad on the Vespa to the local bakery.
For my dad’s birthday I found this small model of a Vespa on Ebay.