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Scenes Of St. Pete


Taking a break and going one-legged.



Interesting cycle/scooter hybrid I saw at the Park.  Apparently my motorcycle expert, Stewart, claims this is an extremely well-handling Vespa PIAGGIO MP3.  It comes in 150 and 250 cc and perhaps a larger one is in the works.  It has a great range with its small engine, doesn't need a kick stand,  and exceptional braking.  I might need to get one of these.   


The guy who does this comes out every weekend to the Park and makes a sand castle.  He works in construction and does this as an advertisement for his business.  He figures if people stop and marvel at his work, then perhaps they will think his building job will be good as well.   Each one he builds each weekend is different, and he leaves his business card tacked to the tree. 




Saw this on the street and as I suspected, it was a lady driver.


Youth.


A tiny school of minnows.


Always stand by at your newly poured cement to prevent this.  I wonder how many kids asked their parents what this says? 


Exercise bars at the Park.  Good way to impress your lady.


Know what these are?  They are next to the cement abutment at the marina.


Give yourself a pat on the back if you guessed right.

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