As the weather turns, I tend toward the workshop, squirreled away turning wrenches and smelling of two-stroke motor oil. This is a world I stumbled upon, years ago, that has become very much a part of me—despite the challenges of geography, parts availability, and prevailing attitude towards such means of transport in an oil town, such as this.
A very good friend of mine has decided to have a go at a shop, and I’m happily along for the ride. If you ride a classic Vespa or Lambretta, BENZINA is here for you, from the ground up.
I hope to be able to show you more, as our venture proceeds.
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As the weather turns, I tend toward the workshop, squirreled away turning wrenches and smelling of two-stroke motor oil. This is a world I stumbled upon, years ago, that has become very much a part of me—despite the challenges of geography, parts availability, and prevailing attitude towards such means of transport in an oil town, such as this.
A very good friend of mine has decided to have a go at a shop, and I’m happily along for the ride. If you ride a classic Vespa or Lambretta, BENZINA is here for you, from the ground up.
I hope to be able to show you more, as our venture proceeds.