SCOOTER TRAMP SCOTTY RIDES AMY
The mid winter air was pleasingly warm. I wore only jeans and T-shirt as the old Electra Glide beat its familiar rhythm against the broken pavement of this little third-world highway. Beyond the roadside, lush foliage rolled easily across the land and brought almost impossibly green hues to the eyes as strange trees and tropical […]
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