My first post on ADV right smack bang in the middle of Ride reports, and my Adventure bike is..a Vespa. Some extra info: I am Dutch, living and working in Italy for 4 months this summer, together with my wife while writing this I sadly have returned to my humble home in the Netherlands. But still I have this story to tell about my ride, which started off as a 4 day trip up and into the Alpes on the Italian/French border. Day 1: Strapped all my gear on to the Vespa and let it roll. I prepared no route, just loaded the GPX from the Ligurische grenskamstrasse Nord in to my tomtom and klicked on “drive to start”. The roads I love, narrow, messy but with a good view. I tried to get on the Ligurische Grenskamstrasse but the last village I needed to get through turned out to be completely blocked off due to a earthquake. Monesi https://goo.gl/maps/k1YT6xmDVp62 I did try to get passed the roadblocks and doing so drove my Vespa to a complete halt in knee high grass where I hit beercase sized bolders. I had to get all my gear off the Vespa, and for half an hour, in the burning sun in a completely deserted field next to a ghost town I was pulling and pushing my Vespa trying to get it free. Totally drowned in sweat I finnaly manage to turn the Vespa around and got ouit of that field. I so did think I was stuck there needing to phone for help.. After a lot if detours and with just 3 bars of fuel left I found an entrance to the Ligurische grenskamstrasse, although it was all ready 4 pm. After just 20minutes the gravel won Exhaust bracket broke of, and I was completely knackered from pulling my Vespa out of that field and the hours driving. Roadside fix and back to where I came from. Ligurische Grenskamstrasse 1 : Vespa 0 Down from the hills back to the civilization looking for a campsite. Finally after another good hours riding I found a Scooter workshop in Ventimiglia. This dude spend 20 minutes fixing a new bracket, drilling and grinding a piece of left over metal. When asking for het bill he refused to name a price, so I gave him some money as a tip. And back into the sadle, looking for a campsite @ the coast. For anyone who knows the Italian coast.... CHAOS, total chaos. After one day alone inside my helmet on mostly deserted back-roads I couldn't handle that much people and movement around me. So hitting het tomtom to come up with a campsite in somewhere in the back country, I found one a good hours drive away. I just topped off the tank, ate a few mints and it was only 6:30 pm so that extra hour was no problem. Full WOT to Sospel in France. What a roads, extreem sticky black top, it sure was some excellent driving to end the day. First campsite: Closed And @ the second campsite the fatigue hits. Vespa on the side stand, I get off walk 2 paces and my beloved Vespa tips over on the tarmac Yes the cowls are metal.. Scratches to the bare metal and a huge dent. And the rearbrakelever, luckily it didn't brake off. I did cry, really... yeas I am man enough to admit that. But I still had a camp to setup, get something to eat and and and so back in the saddle and on the road again. Campsite number 3 was open. Set up my tent and back to Sospel for some food. Those beers went right in, I know I was on the bike but I needed some comfort, and besides that is was Heineken.. Where I come form they don't call that beer.