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.
Category: travelogue
Raising the Dead
{ it takes a village to raise a stella }
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Renton/Zen
{ perfect and complete - lacking nothing }
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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Sunrise, Queen Anne
{ insomnia has its benefits }

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





















