Avery good friend of mine used to own the local Vespa and Royal Enfield dealership on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, Australia, which is where I now reside. One Friday afternoon when visiting his showroom with my usual carton of Fosters... I jest, we don’t drink Fosters in Australia, in fact you can’t even buy it, we just ship that shit to the rest of the world... Sorry, I digress. I had a carton of some nice liquid amber, probably Heads of Noosa, which I was dropping off for my mate and his mechanics who often do me the odd favour, and I spied a very tasty customised
