New arrival at the door directly from the printer.
The latest artwork for the new Chic Collection; New York Doll. The super-confident woman in the big city. Dressed to kill and we’re all dying to meet her.
Available in 3 dress sizes: A1, A2 and A3. Supplied by post in a tube for protection. See the other prints in the Chic Collection below.
We’ve had to make an important decision. Much as we loved the name Scooterissimo, we’ve had to ditch it because of a conflict which would have arisen sooner or later, with an already well-established company in Italy. Fair play to them, they got in first, and after all, it is their language.
So, we’ve settled on Scooterola -shorter, more succinct and with a retro feel to it, thanks to Victrola!
You can now find us at www.scooterola.com
Vespa from Andreas Contarino on Vimeo.
This is Scooterola. I saw this video on Go.Vespa’s Facebook page and I wanted to share it back to FB through this site but that’s impossible, it seems. It’ll have to suffice to mention here that Go.Vespa collect excellent Vespa material and if you have an interest in this sort of thing, you should like their page here.
What a charming little video from Andreas Contarino with really good production values -and a great sound track, ‘Via Con Me’ by the incomparable Paolo Conte. My Italian is non-existant but Google Translate tells me it means , ‘Away with me’. It’s a new version to me, too. Enjoy.
|Cartoon: Kevin McSherry|
From ‘thelocal.it -Italy’s news in English. 2015. Link.
Italian police were gobsmacked on Thursday morning when they stopped an 80-year-old man riding a scooter, only to discover he had been driving without a licence for the last 45 years.
The 80-year-old man from Quiliano, near Savona in the coastal province of Luguria, was stopped in the saddle of his 50cc scooter while riding along the road to the nearby town of Vallegia, Il Secolo XIX reported.
After stopping the man, police asked to see his licence.
“Here it is,” he said, producing the tattered document for inspection without batting an eyelid.
But there was just one problem: the document, issued in 1961, had expired some 45 years ago.
“At the time I asked if I needed to renew it, but I was told I didn’t need to,” the pensioner told the police in his defence.
Perhaps even more incredible than the man’s excuse was the fact that he had managed to drive for the past 45 years without ever being stopped.
Unimpressed, the stunned officers confiscated the man’s scooter and charged him for driving without a licence.
Cathy, with her new original art “Che Bella” poster -thank you for the photograph. Bellissima!
The poster is supplied unframed, though it’s designed to fit exactly into an IKEA frame to make it convenient and affordable for anyone. More information at the link below.
Now let me tell you how I came by my current scooter and how I rekindled my love for all things Vespacious and Lambrettonian -and frankly, mod. I’ll tell you of my brush with the dark side first, for you must know that once, quite recently and for a year, I owned a Suzuki Burgman 650 Executive…nicknamed the Burgervan, unsurprisingly.
Now I certainly am not an executive of any description. I bought this beast to go the hundred miles to Wexford to visit my lovely mother without commandeering the car from my wife who needs it. This scooter was a beast. God knows how much it weighed but it surely was on the way to Goldwing territory. Something I never admitted to the chap from whom I bought it is that when I took it for a test ride around his estate, I actually dropped it while trying to turn in the street. I thought I’d never lift it back up and that I’d have to go and ask him to help. Fortunately, I did manage to haul it back up and return it. He must’ve wondered why I was all red-faced and sweaty. The point is -for all its power and comfort, it had no soul. It was just a massive hunk of metal and plastic that could go 120kph with no difficulty.
But I’ll get back to that; at the same time I had a Vespa ET4, which I really liked. Piaggio did a super job on styling, I think. Many Vespa aficionados don’t seem to like them and will not countenance them as true Vespas. I have a friend who is contemptuous of them, saying that Piaggio have departed from the original designer Corradino D’Ascanio’s vision. That’s true -they’re 4 stroke, you can’t change a wheel at the side of the road as there is no spare anyway, a puncture can’t be fixed with a bicycle repair kit and when something goes wrong with the electronics, you need a PHd-level mechanic with a computer to get them going again. But current emissions laws have to be satisfied and the vintage ones simply can’t do that.
Anyway, I think the industrial designers at Piaggio have done a brilliant job in making their scooters look like a natural progression of style -they’ve maintained the soul and in that sense, they’ve succeeded. In fact, I’d go so far as to suggest that D’Ascanio could never have dreamed that his machines built to be practical workhorses would turn out to be so iconic and so loved all over the world as icons of a particular style – with original early machines still highly sought after and cherished by their owners.
And on the other hand, there are many owners of original beautiful machines who have thoroughly departed from the vision -by turning them into choppers or Christmas trees. I always thought that the design was simple and elegant and never required modification beyond a paint job and a few other accessories.
But I digress; I was sitting in the pub one evening and a friend asked me if I wanted a scooter as another mutual friend had one sitting in his garden that he wanted to get rid of. Since space is limited in my garage and I already had one, I declined, with images of a rusty wreck in my mind. Furthermore, It could have been something like a Honda Vision, which has no redeeming features at all. A few months later, he brought the subject up again and I decided to take a look with the proviso that if I didn’t want it, I’d leave it there.
A few days later, I took a look and was surprised that it was a PX that seemed to be in pretty good order, despite having been left in a garden for nine years. I jumped at the chance to take it back home. There was no key (stolen apparently), and the steering lock was on so myself and a mate had to lift it onto a trailer.
Another friend who’s a locksmith genius made a key by feel alone. I’ve never seen that done before. (If you’re in Dublin, here are his details if you need to secure your home). I filled it with petrol and it started on the third kick. How’s that for robust engineering? That’s not to say there weren’t problems; there was an insect menagerie in the headset and there are various places where paint has started to peel. But that’s how I came by my lovely PX, a survivor with its spirit intact, like me. One day, when I h’ve sold many, many posters, I’ll have it resprayed and brought back to its shiny originality.
How did you come by yours? Any interesting stories I’ll publish here.*
*With the caveat that there’s no profanity or hate speech. We are, after all, people of style and integrity.