GRAND HOTEL chocolate

Story

It all started during one of my trips—specifically, in Bulgaria.
That day it was raining, and I was heading back to Sofia after spending some time on the Black Sea. Visibility on the highway was basically zero. Suddenly, just a few meters ahead, I spotted two small red lights from a vehicle. I got closer, trying to make out what it was—it was a seventies-era ivory European caravan, moving at twenty kilometers per hour.
A little beat-up here and there, but still holding up decently.

What immediately caught my eye was a message written in black electrical tape across the rear window:
NO BANK, NO PHONE, NO STRESS

I instantly thought: He’s won. That guy has won. This needs to be a T-shirt.

That message—and the life choice behind it—perfectly captures the spirit of Johnny Rapina: being free, free from banks, free from the system.

For everyone who’s been on big road trips and wild adventures on two wheels—sleeping beside their bike with makeshift tarps, in tents, or under some random awning—the caravan is a real Grand Hotel.
A bit like Steve McQueen with a solid scrambler leaned on one side, and a surfboard strapped to the roof à la Point Break.

A truly perfect hideout.