There are just some days where ons should resist the motorbike itch and leave the bloody thing standing and take a bus...
Yesterday I fancied going over the border to France for some shopping, why France? You may rightfully ask.
First of all the amount of choice in Swiss supermarkets comperes with French supermarkets like Somalia does to the US, just no contest, secondly Switzerland is three to four times more expensive for the very same product.
Anyway went over the border at St. Loius and bubbled over to E.Leclerc.
Their seafood selection is awesome.
At a lay-by the Flic's were pulling out and giving motorists the evil eye, including yours truly.
I don't really like that 'cos my driving license is still from Kanton St. Gallen and I have been too cheap to convert it to Basel-Town. Could result in a eye-watering fine.
But most of the time the cops just use their smart phones to access the public license plate index on the internet to find out who you are.
As anybody can do this it makes for very polite drivers in CH.
Where was I? Got a bit sidetracked.
Ah! licence checked out, my papers checked out, French law says that you must possess a reflective garment that covers 25% of your body, for me, that would be like wearing a dracon shower-curtain for you. But I have one.
A new French law commands you to carry a breathalyzer with you, as the law-abiding pod-person that I am I got me one in the Drogerie-Markt (drug-store to you yanks) and showed to the Flic. He gave me a spot fine for not using a France approved breathalyzer with a French permit.
15 Flipping €uros.
Fuming I shopped and got a approved breathalyzer and went back to CH by way of Germany.
(one of the perks of living in the tri-state area)
A few weeks ago we were talking about the worst thing to drive behind and one Brother mentioned about putting the visor down when driving behind a cattle truck, 'cos that aint rain.
Near the CH'ian border I rode under a skeleton-girder railway bridge, just as a train went overhead pulling older style railway carriages, you know, the ones where the toilet is really just a flap in the floor.
My visor was open.
DO YOU FEEL MY PAIN?
Luckily the windshield caught most of it and I did not get the full ariel strike, just enough for a taste to realize what was going on.
I have been heaving my guts out since yesterday.