Some
friends wanted to document me motorcycle-hitching and after several days spent
up & down Tuscany, returning to Pordenone I was accompanied to a nearby town
and literally left on the road.
About a 10-minute wait was
enough, during which a single motorcycle passed by and stopped, to be loaded up
and face my new trip and a new friendship (the driver of the motorcycle).
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12:10 l’ve just been left on the street, I’m sure my friends are Iaughing about this... |
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12:14 For a second I believed the scooter stopped to give me a lift... |
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12:18 Here he is... finally a motorcyclist. Out goes the finger... |
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12:18 A quick run to reach him |
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12:19
When a motorcyclist stops, the first
question they ask me is "What happened to your |
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12:21 Dressing time. |
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12:21 I get ready and assume the position. |
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12:22 A wave to my friends, who didn’t have to wait long. |