To scoot, or not to scoot?

August 6, 2009 | My Jottings

When I was in elementary school, mini-bikes were the craze. I’m not sure mini-bikes even exist anymore, but most of them had simple welded frames, noisy Briggs and Stratton engines and fat little tires. I knew a couple of people who had them, and once I learned to ride one, that was it. I wanted a mini-bike. Our next door neighbor had a red mini-bike, and I used to watch him ride it up and down our quiet street, and I just yearned to have one of my own.


I asked my mom and dad if I could have my own mini-bike but they were hesitant to consent. Where would I ride a mini-bike? And why would I ride a mini-bike, seeing as I was ten years old and riding one on the street would have been illegal? They weren’t convinced I should have one, but I was.

Every month or so I would ask my dad, “Do you think I could get a mini-bike?” and he would respond with a hint of his old Missouri drawl, “Well now Julie, I don’t know.” Because that wasn’t a firm no, I didn’t give up. Dad even drove me to our local Sears store one afternoon to check out the three models they had on display. The cheapest one was $105.99, a lot of money in the late 1960s. I kept trying to think of ways to convince my folks I could handle the responsibility of a two-wheeled motorized vehicle while I was in the fifth grade, and tried to think of ways I could earn the money for one myself. My weekly allowance back then was $2.00, and what with going to the movies and buying Reese’s peanut butter cups, it would have taken me years to save up.

Sometimes my parents wavered, because other kids in Southern California had mini-bikes. One summer day before my sixth grade year at Workman Avenue Elementary School began, I asked my dad about it again. “If I get straight A’s in school this year, then can I pleeeease have a mini-bike?” After a long pause, my dad said “All right.” Yippee! I had a goal now, and I could just hear that putt-putt motor that would be mine in ten months’ time.

I was a pretty good student but I think my dad was counting on the fact that I usually got one or two B’s along with mostly A’s. I usually got B’s in Handwriting and Science. He probably thought it was a safe bet that I would get at least one B on my report card during sixth grade, but I set my sights on that mini-bike and didn’t let the prize ever get far from my mind.

I had Miss Nancy Curry for a teacher that year, and I loved her. I remember that we studied South America, and that she said “Ven-zoo-AY-la” instead of “Ven-ezz-WAY-la.” I still don’t know which is correct, but it sure must have made an impression if I’m remembering the way my sixth grade teacher pronounced a South American country forty years ago.

Anyway, I put forth the effort, and in June I brought home the results – straight A’s. I’m sure my parents were thinking, “What in the world are we going to do now?”

For some reason my dad wasn’t johnny-on-the-spot about taking me mini-bike shopping. He’d say things like, “Well hold on now, I said we’d get you one and we will. Don’t pester me about it.” I hated it when my parents said things like that.

One afternoon I came home from swimming at my friend Tauni’s house, and my dad said, “We’ve got a surprise for you in the garage.” Of course my heart jumped and I thought it was my little red mini-bike, but when Dad opened the garage door, what was sitting there in all its Italian glory was one of these humdingers.


It was a used, pretty noisy 1960-something Vespa 150, and it was blue just like the scooter in the photo. The only way mine looked different from this one is that it didn’t have a spare tire.

My dad bought it from my oldest brother Larry, who had a Honda motorcycle and a Vespa so he and his wife could go riding together. Apparently the Vespa didn’t get used and my dad viewed it as a safer alternative for me. The Vespa’s engine was in the back and the chances for burning myself if I fell were much less than with a mini-bike.

It didn’t take me long to be thrilled and catch The Vespa Vision. All thoughts of red mini-bikes with chunky little tires flew out the window when I learned how to ride my 3-speed Vespa. I was eleven years old, and I mainly rode it up and down the street, up and down the street, up and down the street. Vrrrroooom, up to the Wepplo’s house. Turn around. Then vrrroooom, back down to the Pelcher’s house. Then turn around and do it all over again. Our neighbors were long-suffering people and never complained, but I’m sure they wanted to.

Once in a while I would pack a picnic lunch, put it in the fender compartment (on the other side of the back wheel) and a friend and I would ride one block to Covina High School, and ride around the track sixty or so times. We would even ride through the halls of the big school (in sunny SoCal there were no indoor halls like schools have in the Midwest), all around the baseball diamonds, and around the gym. We would stop to eat our lunch, then drive the one block home, feeling like we were the ultimate in sophisticated girl adventurers and we had traveled the world in Italian style. Except the truth was we were eleven years old with buck teeth, freckles and spindly legs.

I had my Vespa for a couple of years, and then I started getting interested in cars. My dad taught Driver’s Education in our school district and since he taught me to drive at a very young age, he used to let me back our car out of the driveway and then drive it back in, out of the driveway and drive back in, and you guessed it – soon I wanted a car. I saved up and bought my first car on my 16th birthday – you can see a photo of it and read more about it here.

Fast forward to 2009. I am 51 years old. I drive a non-descript gray van. I haven’t been on a two-wheeled conveyance of any kind in many years. But a few months ago I started thinking about my old blue Vespa. I see all the new kinds of motor scooters that people (women too) are riding, and it looks so fun. I asked my husband Michael what he thought about me buying myself a motor scooter and he said without missing a beat, “Go for it!”

Go for it? Are you saying that a woman with three adult daughters, seven grandchildren, and a bit of extra heft should really get a motor scooter to ride around town? I guess that’s what he’s saying.

I’m still trying to decide.

To scoot, or not to scoot? That is the question…


  1. Larry Sooter says:

    To Scoot or not to Scoot is more than just a question.

    That little scooter carried did carry a little extra heft and for many miles. I purchased it to drive from Covina to Diamond Bar going back and forth to work.

    I rode it every day for two years unless it rained or was just to cold during the winter months.

    Dad had ask me what I thought of my vespa several times, in fact he even came over to my house and rode it one time for about a block, I remember that day well, because I was sure he was going to fall off of it, as he made a turn around at the end of my street. He was not very balanced on it and did not know how to lean with the turn.

    He never told me the reason for his interest in my little vespa.

    Later on I purchased a honda motorcycle to ride back and forth to work, and thought that I was really styling. 🙂 I had intended to sell the vespa, but I purchase my Honda in the winter when they were cheaper due to the cold wet weather.

    I also knew that during the cold weather, was not exactly the right time to sell my vespa. So in my garage it sat.

    I loved my new Honda, being much bigger, having twin exaust a lower hum to the sound and I could ride it up in the mountains with out ever having to slow down.

    One day my dad came over with out saying he was coming, and that was not like him. What he came over for – was to ask me if I would sell him my little scooter, so that he could give it to Julie.

    In her Post, Julie mentioned it did not have a spare tire, first of all my feet were too big and it got in the way – where they put it so I took it off, I can not remember if I still had the tire or not when I sold it to dad? I never had to use it anyway.

    Besides I thought my Honda was cooler at the time. The tires were easier to change if I ever had to. 🙂

    I wonder if the dirt track stayed level with her riding it around all that time? :=)

    Little Sis I am thankful you had fond memories of it, I did too.

    I also rode it to the beach just like you and I went down #39 several times to Huntington Beach in my ‘vette. 🙂

    Love, Lar

  2. Carolyn says:

    I say go for it! Bt first, where would you ride it? Up the shore? To the store? To our house?

  3. Just Julie says:

    Yes, you’ve got it. Up the shore, to the store, and to your house. Maybe to SAGs. Would that or would that not be ridiculous?

  4. Kay says:

    Will your new scooter have a nifty back seat like the Vespa? I’d like a ride up the shore, to the store, and Carolyn’s house too :0)

  5. Deb says:

    I’m smiling just thinking of you tooling around on that thing! I say go for it. Maybe you could start a club of hot two-wheelin’ mamas in their 50’s! You could have your first get-together in Carlton since that community now has first hand experience dealing with such things. 🙂

  6. Jessica says:

    Go for it girl!

  7. Dorothy Sooter says:

    Dear Julie,

    I am sure your dad would also say ‘go for it’. As I was reading about your Vespa and how your dad handled it, the rush of memories of your father warmed my heart. He truly was
    such a wonderful man and even though I did not know him when
    you were growing up, it sounded so much like the way he was
    about life. He kept his word even though I know he would have
    preferred his beautiful daughter was not in any danger. As
    Bob Hope always said, “thanks for the memories”. Love, Dorothy

  8. Sue Raimo says:

    Wow! You make me smile. I never would have guessed this to be one of your secret desires. Can you rent scooters to see if the reality would be as fun as the dream? Thanks for the reminder that there is always something new or interesting to learn from the people we love.

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