I was riding home down Krome Avenue in Homestead when a metallic maroon Yamaha 1300 pulled up alongside me at a light."I had a Vespa, years ago," he said. "Nice color," he added checking out my Vintage Red GTS. "I had one years ago too," I said. "Bit faster nowadays." "And more expensive," he added. "Where do they sell them?" "Miami Beach," I told him. "Nice," he said pulling smoothly away and past the trundling cage in front of us. I took my time passing, watching his saddlebags disappear in the distance. A man sure of his place in the universe I guess, because not everyone acknowledges the existence of a stepthrough moped on the street. Not everyone wants to hit the road on a 22hp 250cc that isn't an Enduro ("dual thing" as the advertisers call them nowadays), and doesn't even have a clutch. The status of the Vespa in the public conciousness never did bother me. I spent my misguided youth enjoying cafe racers and Vespas indiscriminately, and nowadays when I travel I like to take an Eaglerider day off to rent a Harley and enjoy a different sort of ride. My best friend lends me his 1200 BMW, which reminds of the overweight Goldwing I once tried to learn to love, and sold unconsummated. For my own life at home a 70mpg, 80mph, $6,000 Vespa GTS does me just fine. Even on gravel... I took off around 4:30 am bound for a dirt road I had long wanted to explore, a couple of hundred miles from my home in the Florida Keys. I've heard it said that Turner River Road (839) off Tamiami Trail is a birders paradise, not that I am interested in birds. I just wanted to check out some wilderness, as one does, and even though it was late in the year to be hitting the Everglades, early June was the best I could do,this time around.