Peter Moore's book is a charmer. If you love Italy, the real Italy, and Vespas, the real Italian scooter, you'll love this book. Peter Moore, whom I wish I knew, has written a wonderful love story about a country that captivated him, seen the way most people will never see it. Maybe the spirit of the American Old West still lives in Australia. It's pretty much died out here. We Yanks seem pretty limited to the four or five places we've heard of -- Venice, Cinque Terre, Florence, and a couple more we remember from skimpy Geography classes. Moore, an Aussie, sets out to explore Italy, mostly from Tuscany to Rome on a scooter whose vintage matches his own. He does touch on those places overrun with tourists, but the heart of his tale is what happens in little trattorias, greasy workshops, and tiny places you've never heard of. The story is more Don Quixote than Under The Tuscan Sun and Moore is more Dave Barry than Frances Mays. He's joined on his trip by his girlfriend (and wife to be)as he tunes up his 40 year old scoot and his relationship with Sally as they alternately zip and sputter from one little town to another. I have to confess being totally predisposd to this book, being the owner of two Vespas and a home in Italy where my wife and I spend as many weeks as we can during the year. Moore knows Italians as we do, people filled with enthusiasm and eccentricities that make Anglo Saxons crazy, the creators of food, music, and a passion for living to die for. He finds it all on his rusty steed and I enjoyed every km of the way. My wife is reading the book right now and raves about it. The book was a gift from an Englishman from whom I bought my latest Vespa. I'm buying more copies and giving them to friends I love. Do yourself a favor and buy this lovely book. Then get a Vespa and a whole bunch of new friends that go with it.