Bloomington 12 - The Puch

This post needs a subtitle, because there was a Puch moped on the little rampway in front of the studio.  This made me wistful for one time where two girls I had crushes on rode by me on one moped when I was in about 9th grade and walking into a public library.  SYMBOLISM ALERT!

Anyway, that some rock kid in Indiana is riding around on a Puch is killing me.

I can almost hear "When Doves Cry" from a passing car as I type.

I mean, c'mon: ALUMINUM FOIL GAS CAP.  Beyond indie, this.