Do you recall this bike my father had outfitted with a Mosquito motor from Italy? It used to belong to my uncle Bernard. He had it at his country house in Royaucourt, France. I remember riding it as a kid through Picardy's country roads with Stéphane and our cousins Isabelle and Juliette.
Well, Stéphane stripped it, had it sand-blasted and powder-coated:
Then he found the right parts, that fit his style, put it all back together, and gave that ol' Peugeot a second life:
This is how he rolls... You got style brother!
Meanwhile in Syracuse, New York...
(Two last photos taken the same day)