A perfect summer...

I have always wanted a Vespa. I cannot remember a summer where I didn't stare longingly from my broken down '92 Corolla window, drooling as a stylish college student would wisp by (often faster than my own car could go..) without envy. Someday when I finish paying off old school debts, get steady illustration work, have my own place, and throw caution to the wind maybe I will have one of my very own. But until then I will waste perfectly good painting time drawing up images of myself cruising away into the sunset on one.