Susanna and I did indeed set off on our, in the old tradition, "Grand Tour," after our wedding on August 3rd. We made arrangement for friends to look after the house, in between our stopovers. We first headed off to the Midwest on Strider and her R100/7. What better place for a summer honeymoon retreat than the National Hobo Convention in Britt, Iowa! We spent three days there; hanging out and being appalled by the new generation of "road kids" (never seen a hobo with pierced body parts before). Susanna got to meet a few of the old timers, who are true gentlemen and tellers of great stories. Amidst the jungle of cooked good food, stories, drunkenness, and at least one fight; we managed to elect the King of the Hobos for another year.
- Written by Matt Parkhouse