Thanks Ron. I'd edit the spelling but then your post would just look totally random, so I'll leave it.
Ah another memory, in the days of maps remember those things? I was on the south of France coast somewhere near Monaco looking to ride north through Italy to Switzerland. I could see that the road zig zagged a bit and there were a number of border crossings France-Italy and vice verse. So after a few of these minor inconveniences I thought I was through the last one, just leaving some small village I start to wind it on a bit, I thought the shed in the middle of the road was a bit weird, it was only after bloke in a uniform jumped out in front of me who I swerved to miss, I looked back and flicked him the V's did I realise that this was in fact another border crossing. Wound it on a bit more and got far away pronto.
The cops in Switzerland are lethal now - they really hit down hard on bikes speeding; massive on the spot fines, instant 24/48/72 hr bans, too fast it's jail and bike confiscated. A real shame, some of the best surfaces around.
Why don't the police just drag them off the motorway and handcuff them to the armco barrier at the side?
I went skiing in France in 2001. At the time of booking I was with a lady. By the time of the holiday I wasn’t. But there was a party of 16 so I thought it would be ok, even tho I didn’t know any of them. On the first night I’m having a laugh with some of my new friends. Unfortunately the ex was intent on repeating the behaviour which made her an ex in the first place. I asked myself do I want to put up with her for a week and the answer was not a chance. I approached the holiday rep to see if he could organise taxis planes etc to get me home, which he did. He was ace. Taxi driver turned up. He was about 80, and didn’t speak English. I didn’t speak French. We communicated for three hours by gestures and noises. To be fair it’s one of the best journeys ever. He was a funny bloke. We got to the Swiss border. At the time I was a unit. Size 50 chest etc and looked handy. We pulled up and the as soon as the Swiss border police saw me, he immediately reached for his gun. I’m sat there thinking now what. He isn’t happy, but I don’t know why. I assume it’s my appearance and maybe he was a little intimidated, but I’m used to handling tricky situations. Just as I wind down the window with my passport in hand, the 80 year old French taxi driver, who can’t speak English, prods me to,look at him, which I do, points at the Swiss border police chap and says ‘****s”..I am laughing like ****…nervous Swiss border chap with gun isn’t…
Not one black face, not one blonde. They're all drag artists. Whiteshite fans from 'Ull. All wearing table cloths for dresses. Front row second from right wearing a mans shirt.