My friend picked up a great deal on a 1979 Vespa P200E locally. The scooter was in great shape, the engine turned over and everything seemed peachy until it started having problems running. Being the mechanically handicapped people that we are, my friend thought it best to take it to an authorized Vespa dealer to give it a look through and a tune up. We live about an hour and a half outside of Las Vegas, and this would be our first time checking out the Vespa dealer there. We looked up their address and got driving directions on google maps. We were on our way.
When we arrived we were surprised to see a lot full of Bentleys, Rolls Royces and Lamborghinis. I guess that's the way they roll in Vegas. Anyway, we found our way to the Vespa section of the dealer, and we were greeted by a man in what looked to be an expensive suit, probably more expensive then the scooter itself. They were expecting our arrival and he seemed pretty happy to help us, until we opened up the van door to reveal the vespa. I observed the "what the hell is this" look on his face as he saw us pull it out. He then told us he would return shortly as he went inside the main office. When he returned he told us they would be able to take it, put their mechanic is in and out of the place so he had no idea when it would be looked at. The Vespa ended up sitting there for a month surrounded by cars with engine compartments that could eat it alive, lonely and unattended. I don't think I will ever make a return visit the BENTLEY ROLLS ROYCE vespa dealer. Not because they are bad people, but because they have no 2-stroke soul...and we found an awesome mechanic in Salt Lake City.
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