I’ve always loved canoeing.  We spent our summers at Bear Lake paddling around in a black and yellow striped canoe my grandpa pulled out of the Garden City dump and resurrected for our entertainment.  We called it the tippy…

Some big dog bikers around here call us bees, but Vespa riders know the real buzz. Sure, we’re less robust, lacking a manual clutch, and often come in pastels and flowers, but we’re nothing to trifle with.

Vespa is Italian for wasp. I…