I was a mod in high school: I had the parka with the fur-lined hood (for those desperately cold winters in LA), the Clark’s desert boots, vinyl by everyone from The Untouchables to Squire to The Who to The Jam and points in between, but what I never had was one of these:
My god, is it not staggeringly beautiful?
My best friend Travis had a Vespa from the 70′s, so I got to sit on the back once in a while. That was cool.
A mod fanzine at the time, “Twist,” didn’t feature centerfolds of hot mod chicks; instead, it featured “Scooter of the Month.”
Don’t know whether that made us aloof and cool or just really, really pathetic.
The young man who owned the scooter I saw happened to be parking it. His name was Russell and I asked him about it. It’s a special model Vespa from 1969, and all the chrome came stock. Stock! Russell had a hard-to-place accent. I asked him where he was from. ”California by way of New York, Canada and England.” What a fitting bio, I thought, for someone with such a cool ride. ”Also, parking’s terrible in San Francisco. This is much better.”
Damn straight it is! Much better all the way around….
Those curves! Those lines! Those white walls! Hubba hubba!
And, just like Playboy, the cover of “Twist” would tease with a cover scooter shot hinting at the full monty inside: