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When they say you never forget how to ride a bike, it seems that extends to mopeds. It helps that the roads aren’t too busy and the scooter’s really easy to handle. I feel a little unsafe with only a T-shirt and jeans – despite the helmet – but it’s far too hot for full leathers, and I’d feel a bit of a tit wearing them on a moped that can barely hit thirty miles an hour.
The address I was given appears to be a cafe. There’s no number on the building, but counting down from a couple of doors up it seems to be the right place. I pull over to the side of the road, cut the engine and take off my helmet. I have a quick look at the map to see where I’ve got to go from here and I memorise the route.
Inside the cafe, it seems to be a popular place for locals to grab a bite to eat. There’s w
