After Che Guevara’s bike gave up the ghost and he continued on without it he said
This was a new stage in our adventure. We were used to attracting idle attention with our strange garb and prosaic figure of The Powerful One. All the same, we had been, so to speak, gentlemen of the road. We belonged to a time honored aristocracy of wayfarers. Not anymore. Now we were just two tramps with packs on our backs, and the grime of the road encrusted in our overalls, shadows of our former aristocratic selves.
Well, maybe Amie won’t let the grim encrust in her overalls, but this is how we feel. Giving up our “Powerful One” for the less glamorous back-packer style travel.
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