On Friday morning, I touched my Vespa for the last time and I watched it drive away with its new owner. I’d been thinking about selling it for a few months, but I got more serious about it over the last month or so. At the time that I found the final buyer, I wasn’t even aware of the pregnancy. In the end, I guess it’s a pretty good idea since I would surely end up dead if I kept riding it. The way I see it, I had the bike for a couple of years, it helped me out, and I had a ton of fun on it without ever getting hurt or being in any kind of accident whatsoever. So I quit while ahead, since I can’t be much of a father if I’m dead.
The pregnancy is just about 6 weeks old. Only like, 32 more weeks or something.