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This thing could be called a crotch rocket, but that would imply testosterone which it definitely doesn't have. Its my aunt's 1963 Vespa 150 which is currently in my basement. It hasn't run in a few years, so I've been trying to clean off the spiderwebs. Hopefully with a large shot of gasoline, and maybe some Lavazza Espresso, I can have it running in a few days.