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Hello, my name is Maggie. I am 36 years old, communicative, open and more than anything else adventurous. I traveled 17,500 kilometers with public transportation through south and central America and lived for several years in Nicaragua. In Sprint 2018 I had to return to Europe because of political unrest. Perfectly timed to take part at the Mofa Marathon in Sölden, Austria. My dad restored two Puch DS50 from scratch to equip us with solid bikes. Side by side we passed four alpine passes on a 238 km long route through Austria and Italy. After 10.5 hours on the bikes ever limb ached.
However, my love for Mofas goes back further. When my brother and I were very young, Grandpa picked us up with his white Puch Maxi in the afternoons. There was not enough space to sit with him on the Mofa so he brought his home-made wooden box trailer. "Lay down and do not move," he ordered, laying a blanket on top of the trailer, securing it with four rubber bands and adding, "And do not tell Mama!" Then we set off on countless adventures while the airstream mixed with exhaust rushed through the wooden cracks. When Mama found out how grandpa transported us, he was in terrible trouble.
Many years later, Grandpa handed me a dark green-metallic-colored Puch Maxi, I was 15 years old by then. He ordered me to practice driving on the blind alley until I was able to change gears smoothly.
Grandpa impatiently waited with his white Puch Maxi and his wooden box trailer at the intersection to the main street. "Follow me," Grandpa ordered, adding, "If the police stop us, let me talk." Throughout the summer, we revamped private gardens, which Grandpa looked after as a janitor. I'll never forget the smell of overripe plums, quinces, and cherries we stacked box by box in Grandpa's trailer. Shortly later I purchased my first Puch and with the air stream, I also bought the feeling of absolute freedom, this time without Grandpa, but quite legal with a moped license.
The combination of nostalgia, slowness, and nature preserved the feeling of an endless summer. Today, 20 years later, I am starting a unique adventure with a customized moped, in the name of the slow riding culture. Deceleration and conscious experience are in the focus on finding love for the moped culture around the world. I will meet people and bikes, listen to their stories, immerse myself in nature, stop whenever I feel like it. As far as my vehicle is carrying me I am going to share those magical moments on my blog.
In case you would like to confess your moped love to me, you are welcome to contact me via maggie@mofakult.ch. Feel free to send me some tips and useful information for my ride.
However, my love for Mofas goes back further. When my brother and I were very young, Grandpa picked us up with his white Puch Maxi in the afternoons. There was not enough space to sit with him on the Mofa so he brought his home-made wooden box trailer. "Lay down and do not move," he ordered, laying a blanket on top of the trailer, securing it with four rubber bands and adding, "And do not tell Mama!" Then we set off on countless adventures while the airstream mixed with exhaust rushed through the wooden cracks. When Mama found out how grandpa transported us, he was in terrible trouble.
Many years later, Grandpa handed me a dark green-metallic-colored Puch Maxi, I was 15 years old by then. He ordered me to practice driving on the blind alley until I was able to change gears smoothly.
Grandpa impatiently waited with his white Puch Maxi and his wooden box trailer at the intersection to the main street. "Follow me," Grandpa ordered, adding, "If the police stop us, let me talk." Throughout the summer, we revamped private gardens, which Grandpa looked after as a janitor. I'll never forget the smell of overripe plums, quinces, and cherries we stacked box by box in Grandpa's trailer. Shortly later I purchased my first Puch and with the air stream, I also bought the feeling of absolute freedom, this time without Grandpa, but quite legal with a moped license.
The combination of nostalgia, slowness, and nature preserved the feeling of an endless summer. Today, 20 years later, I am starting a unique adventure with a customized moped, in the name of the slow riding culture. Deceleration and conscious experience are in the focus on finding love for the moped culture around the world. I will meet people and bikes, listen to their stories, immerse myself in nature, stop whenever I feel like it. As far as my vehicle is carrying me I am going to share those magical moments on my blog.
In case you would like to confess your moped love to me, you are welcome to contact me via maggie@mofakult.ch. Feel free to send me some tips and useful information for my ride.
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