It doesn’t stop raining and I feel like this little dog. Wet & without a moped.
Today has been time to say good bye to the great vintage motorbike, which I have borrowed from my generous brother. It was the coolest and oldest moped, I have ever put my ass on. I drove it back to my brothers place, 350km – through the rain – in my car – with open windows (because the fuel smelled so badly) Now I need a Schnaps to digest this lost. Prost!