Getting Back on the Vespa After a Brush With Death on 96th Street

I drive in New York City like everyone is trying to kill me, scanning the road “Mission Impossible” style. It has this illusion of fearlessness when really, fear is my mental fuel. None of that seemed to matter on a sunny Tuesday morning in July 2017.

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