I have a dream. A transport dream. I know I will never be given the opportunity to ride a Vespa through the streets of Toowoomba with my grey locks flowing freely in the wind. I will never have Linda holding on to me tightly while the 100cc motor scooter transports us for an al fresco lunch at, say, Picnic Point or the Tallegallah Cemetery.  I have had to come up with an alternative strategy.

When the United Nations establish a willingness to negotiate, their fist position is always an ambit claim.  From there they work backwards. Natalie used the same tactic.

Dad, I’m thirsty, can I have a drink?
Yes
OK I’ll have a large chocolate thick shake
No
OK,  just a milk shake
No
OK, a soft drink
No!

But then, by doing this, Natalie would get herself an orange juice instead of some tap water from a plastic cup provided by a kind old dear who works behind the counter in a coffee shop.

I’m going to use the same tactics!

I don’t want to be limited to one of these:

I know I’ll never get to own one of these:

And this one’ll get knocked back for sure:

As will this little red baby:

Even I think this is stupid:

But with a bit of work – and support from friends,  I think Linda WOULD DEFINITELY settle for one of these:

In fact I can see a whole fleet of these three-wheelers in Fairholme colours!  They could be used for so many occasions.  Imagine the Fairholme Board and the guest speaker turning up to Presenting Fairholme in the back of a convoy of open tops!  With a bit of perspex work done by Pete Sutton even  a copy of the Pope Mobile is not impossible.  Imagine how Celia and Margie’s people would go for that!!!!

Hired out for the Formal, rides at the Spring Fair, Carnival of Flowers – how the list goes on.  We might need crowd funding, but I think if we all get behind the project it can happen.  Italy is, after all, the land of miracles.  There must be a St Piaggio or St Vespa here we can enlist for support?

It’s just one man’s dream – but with your help it could  happen!