Stellar day here in the Palm Beaches because I can officially control the controls of a TOW TRUCK!
You heard me.
Early this morning a massive transport truck pulled to the curb to take our red Vespa for a ride and you'll never guess what happened.
Wait, you probably have already guessed, but I am going to yap about it anyway.
Driver lowers the bed of the truck, pushes the scooter forward and then, casually, says I should go to the side/front of the truck and depress a lever (of which there were thousands...okay, four) until the bed is level once again.
What?
You talkin' to me?
It can't level itself, automatically?
What kind of idiotic towing process is THIS?
By-the-way, who sends a vehicle this size for a VESPA? It's a scooter.
Well, as I couldn't let my Italian two-wheeler languish at a slant, I zoned in and worked that control until the scooter was as level as the water in the Atlantic Ocena. Oh, yeah.
See ya 'round the beaches-real or virtual.
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