We were up early and since the weather was beautiful, jumped on the ferry to Martha's Vineyard. We zipped around the island on mopeds, taking in the sights and admiring the views. I managed to drive on the right side of the road and forced my sister to pump her fist in the air and yell "mopeds rule!" as we drove by far too many people in crisp chinos and pink polo shirts. For a brief moment in time we were a helmet-wearing version of the Kennedy clan meets Sons of Anarchy. We were a little less bad-ass but nevertheless took the vineyard by storm.