My first memory of Mokes was from when I was very young. My Dad used to own a 1275 Californian. He bought it new and over the years, we had an awful lot of fun in that Moke. So, when I was old enough (and had enough money) I rushed out and bought one for myself.

The history I was given on my moke was that it used to have a hard top on
it, but the last owner sold it at a great profit and put on a white soft top
instead. I then gave away my old top for a brand new spiffy black top so
it matched my mud flaps which read - "Dirty Mean and Nasty".

The very best trip I ever made was not in my own moke but as passenger
of a great moke called "Watto". We were camping up at snake valley during
Easter 1996, it was wet, it was slippery and it was fun.  But the driver
of "Watto" decided not to stick to the convoy and veered off a very steep
mound only to get my fingernails dug deep into his left leg as I screamed
in terror but relised these little mokes can go anywhere. At ease again I
let go and enjoyed the rest of the ride. We sped through puddles, pulled
hand breakies and had heaps of fun.