When I was in San Francisco last year I happened to notice the same woman going past our hotel a few mornings in a row on her scooter. She was dressed in an awesome black leather jacket, jeans, tall black leather boots, big scarf, with a black messenger bag. Every time I saw her I secretly wished for her life, just for a moment.
When I was in art school back in the fabulous 80's I had a moped. I wasn't the most out-there looking art student, by far, but I was pretty out-there for the small midwestern town where I went to school. I didn't have an awesome black leather jacket, but I did have a messenger bag, and some really hot boots that I bought on an art tour in Paris.