Couscous mon amour?

[Adrian II]

We solved the lunch problem. We are going to put all the stuff on the table and eat it. Brilliant!

...and fenders; my most vivid memory of rural southern Ontario, western Washington State, and Hondouras.

To be honest we weren't fast enough to experience fender trouble. I had a rather delapidated Puch Sky Something. Skyway I believe, after looking at some websites. Not a motorbike at all, just a moped.




It had a high handlebar (you wouldn't be seen dead without one) and a nice, padded cruising saddle. The police wouldn't chase this thing of the main roads yet (this was 1976) although they looked like crap. Correction, theyw ere crap. I couldn't afford anything better.

Heck, I couldn't afford anything whatsoever. I remember toward the end of our stay in Morocco we discussed bringing back some of the wondrous weeds we had discovered to The Netherlands, in order to educate the masses and stiffen our pitiful wallets at the same time. We decided against it because we probably wouldn't even have made it across to Tangiers without getting caught. I mean we were mean, hungry, long-haired riff-raff (at least that's what we pretended) and for police that was good enough.

This one comes close (random pic from the Web)