Back to the Bicycle

That was an amazing few months of my life, and I nearly cried when Stan’s son came home. He just jumped on and rode into the sunset, I never saw the scooter or him again. It wasn’t until years later that I met one of is ex girlfriends and she said he had been in jail when he was “away” and actually swapped the Vespa for drugs about a week after he got it back.
That was a very sad end to my fairytale affair.
I’d prefer to remember “Bluey” in my own way, and our many adventures together.