A NEW EPISODE OF OUR ADVENTURES WAS BEGINNING. WE WERE USED TO KEEPING THE ATTENTION OF THE ONLOOKERS WITH OUR ORIGINAL OUTFIT AND THE PROSAIC SILHOUETTE OF THE PODEROSA II[N. B. : THAT’S THE NAME OF THE BIKE], WHOSE ASTHMATIC BREATH WAS PITIFUL TO OUR HOSTS, BUT, IN A WAY, WE WERE THE KNIGHTS OF THE ROAD. WE BELONGED TO THE OLD “WANDERING” ARISTOCRACY AND WE WORE, AS A BUSINESS CARD, OUR DIPLOMAS THAT MADE A HUGE IMPRESSION. NOW IT WAS OVER. WE WERE JUST TWO TRAMPS WITH OUR BACKPACKS AND ALL THE MUD ON THE ROAD STUCK TO OUR SUITS, LIKE AN AFTERTASTE OF OUR ARISTOCRATIC CONDITION.