We Rode in a Line

Twenty degrees outside

Twenty scooters side by side

A Vespa rider told a story

With a style of action and glory

Kikka showed her handles

They were warm as candles

Her hands will not get cold

Even when she's old

Then we grabbed our helmets

Wearing costumes not made of velvet

We rode in a nice long line

Somewhere even side by side

We changed patios

From where the river flows

We rode to the seashore

Drank coffee even more

The summer did not end

And the season will extend

I won't change this way of life

Vespa gives me a smile