Join Date: Aug 2006
Location: Warren, MI, USA
So I take a little ride this morning
The weather forecast said sunny all day today. So it was only 41...I have Gerbings. I take a look at the map and decide on a little morning run around Lake St. Clare. I head south to the Detroit/Windsor border and cross with no problem.
Some nice back roads in Ontario and I'm in Sarnia before I know it. Where did the ride go? Now here I sit on the Canada side of the border waiting my turn to get back into Michigan. As I stop at the border patrol check station, the guard asks me what the wires are that are connecting me to my LT. His exact words were, "What are all those wires? You're not carrying a bomb, are you?" Uhhhhh, No sir, I'm not.
I explained that I was wearing a heated jacket liner and gloves, and that he was seeing the dual control unit clipped onto my tank bag with the other end plugged into the accessory socket.
Am I carrying a bomb? What would have happened if I would have been a smart a$$ like the guard was? "Yeah...it's a HUGE bomb...I'm gonna detonate it in the middle of the bridge!" I'll tell ya...I'd would have had an automatic weapon drawn on me in a heart beat and would have been pulled over the bike stripped and I would have had a body cavity search.
Ok...Rant off....Just smile and let it go. It was a nice ride afterall.
'93 K1100LT (Hers)