A gripping tale of adventure, deception, and 5mph top speeds. We tore up the island (respectfully, in a golf cart that may or may not have squeaked in protest), stared deeply into some lighthouses’ souls like they owed us answers, and took temporary refuge at Twin Oast Brewery, because no true expedition is complete without artisanal pretzels and a flight of something hoppy.
Moto-Misel 