Allons-y, Alonzo!

Sonja: Look, what followed me home. As a matter of fact Roland had meticulously scouted the interweb for a while until he had found this exact orange scooter, and driving by this specific Piaggio dealership and its subsequent discovery was not a fluke but merely clever planning on his side.

He meant to reclaim Bella, his dragon red Vespa GTS 250 anyway which is currently shipping over the Atlantic Ocean (hopefully not getting seasick), and decided to buy this handsome orange scooter for me, since I was missing Paolo, my daring plum Vespa Granturismo GT200 very much.

World, here I come, I am mobile again. I have freedom on two wheels again.

Of course we picked the rainiest day of the month to pick up the handsome, flashy orange Vespa GTS300 SuperSport, and when I started him up the first thing that crossed my mind was an expression featured in Dr Who: Allons-y, Alonzo (Let's go, Alonzo!).

Well, and that's how the scooter got his name, meet... ALONZO.

Screw the rain, I am going to ride in summer gear: Leather jacket protected by hi-viz rain jacket, Kevlar jeans & gloves, jet helm & goggles plus scooter boots. Oh boy, was I well watered after, but I made it.

Although the 50 km through torrential rain rather felt like 500 km, I was a very wet but very happy camper, when I arrived at my mother-in-law's parkade where the scooter will live until we have found a permanent home.

As this is not the kind of mobility scooter you usually get to see in an assisted living residence the neighbours meanwhile must have come to think that the old lady has gone nuts.