I’m Rebuilding My Vespa P200E All By Myself… Part 6
Well, if I’ve gone this far…
I may as well repaint this thing. Most of the big stuff is out, so it’s just taking off a few pieces, masking some things, taking off more pieces, sanding, priming, sanding, more masking… crap. What did I get myself into?
It’s been time for a facelift for a while. I just keep reminding myself that my scooter will feel prettier when I’m done, and that a happy scooter is a first-kick bike.
Also, the weather has been beautiful… I know a way to make this feel like fun: bikini time.
I’ve been asked why I don’t pull all of the wiring, strip and straighten the frame, and do the paint job the right way. Here’s the thing: she’ll still be an old, battered Vespa P200. This is a bike for riding, for being silly, for profane stickers, for vulgarity, for wheelies, for fun. My scooter is an adventure girl, just like me. My benchmark for cosmetic success: not quite as shitty as before.