June 2013
My annual pilgrimage to Paris (Ontario that is…) for the Canadian Vintage Motorcycle Group’s annual rally.
Our camp was busted buy the keystone cops for having a “fire” when Paul tossed the wiener wrapper into the bbq… it flared for all of 35 seconds disappearing into ash on the coals, this happened just as the 1920’s cop car drove by, prompting screeching tires, headlight interrogation a hilariously absurd grilling (pun intended) regarding fire, or the absence of fire, wieners and what is or is not a fire…. not our first run in with the overly enthusiastic volunteer keepers of the peace.
Note the mileage on the Puch, before and after.