Ah, the enduring charm of the scooter. Many years ago, my dear friend Millicent arrived for lunch aboard a sea-foam green Vespa with matching helmet. She looked so darling, so much the part of the free-spirited sophisticate, that I forgot she was my dull old friend (apologies Milli!). For approximately 4.7 minutes, I was swooning with love. Lucky for us both, familiarity again bred contempt--and quickly; still, I have not forgotten the impact that a snappy, motorized accessory can make.