The Frankenstella’s story is an unbelievable tale fraught with so much intense emotion that I’ve tired of even discussing it. Especially among my scooterless friends, who simply don’t understand the level of involvement I have with Celeste.

I had so much invested in that bike that I decided the best plan of action would be to take her off the road, restore her to showroom condition, and retire her to my garage, perhaps taking her out on sunny days for a spin around the lake. Hence the purchase of the new Vespa. I had totally and completely written her off as a viable form of transportation.

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The avuncular driver from AAA who picked up my new Vespa for its second tow this week was so nice that my bitter sarcasm was totally lost on him. After I realized this, I stopped being such a bitch and tried to let him cheer me up.

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Took this today at Magnolia Park. Every time I think I’ve seen the most beautiful thing Seattle has to offer up, I get a whole new view. This sunshine seems as rare as tonight’s Lunar Eclipse. I’m enjoying both.

In related news, I’ve decided to trade in “sick” days for “scooter” days. Sorry boss — I’ve got wanderlust today. And it’s pretty serious.

This weekend was red velvet cake with cream cheese icing. It was your favorite pair of jeans. An electric thunderstorm ending a draught. Four cherries on your scratch-off ticket. Flawless, like the duck — perfect and complete, lacking nothing.

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A very early, very cold ride Sunday morning up to Kerry Park. My veiled, sleeping city.