I raced across the street in downtown Denver last night to catch these two young women with my iPhone. It's not often I see anyone riding side saddle on a vintage Vespa.
Two days in Denver and I have not seen a single motorcycle. Lots of scooters though -- zipping along on the streets and parked on the sidewalks. Being in the wild west I sort of thought the place was going to be a motorcycle town full of cowboys who had abandoned their horses for Harleys and Triumphs.
Between meetings I have a chance to look out the window at the still snow-covered Rockies in the distance and wish I had an extra week and my Vespa to do some exploring.
Sunrise in Denver a few minutes ago. Day three in Denver. Life can be simple on the road. Right now the only decisions I have to make is Starbucks or the hotel restaurant for breakfast.