The scooter—be it a vintage Vespa Primavera, a rugged Piaggio Liberty, or a rickety Chinese knockoff that smells of burned oregano—is the perfect vehicle for this journey. Why? Because you cannot rush a sunflower. And you definitely cannot startle a nudist.
Welcome to the strange, windswept, and oddly liberating world of the . Part I: The Two-Wheeled Steed (The Scooter) Every great adventure needs a chariot. But in this case, the chariot cannot exceed 50cc. Scooters- Sunflowers And Nudists...
The scooter hums. You pull over to the gravel shoulder. You remove your helmet. The silence is enormous, broken only by the industrial buzz of a million bees working the flower heads. The stalks are seven feet tall—taller than you. Walking into the field is a religious experience. The flowers are heavy with seeds, nodding slightly in the breeze like a congregation saying amen . The scooter—be it a vintage Vespa Primavera, a
