OK, since you asked . . .
Left home early Wednesday morning for Kansas City, with hopes and plans of meeting up with Tools and taking some parts home with me.
Got to the border and got the 2nd most ornery border guard in the world [and yes, I have had the "pleasure" of talking with the wrost one]. Drove up, said good morning, handed over my passport, and then it began.
the guy didn't like my picture, then the "conversation" began:
"what kind of signature is
that?" [mine, I said -- oops]
"where are you going?" [KC]
"why?" [church conference]
"what religion are you?" [I told him, not a good enough answer]
"are you Catholic or Protestant?" [Protestant]
"what denoomination are you with?" [told him]
"what kind of denomination is
that?" [um . . . what do you say to that question?]
"you're driving?" [obviously, but I didn't say that, just said yes]
"why didn't you fly?" [picking up motorcycle parts]
this . . . all in a tone of voice that said "tell me another story!"
he looked at me for a minute then said "get out of here" [well, his language wasn't as nice as mine]. believe me, I did . . . I was expecting him to pull me over and order a strip search!
next day . . . in the wonderful State of Missouri . . . there was a rader cop on the side of the road. up here in Canada it's law to pull out giving police officers room, so that's what I did. pulled over halfway into the other lane [it was clear!], passed him, and pulled back into my lane. next thing I know there are flashing lights behind me -- right behine me -- so I pull over. the interigation begins: where am I from, where am I going, what for, am I OK / he thought I was wandering in the lanes/was I texting . . . oh, and why didn't I fly? at least he asked what kind of bike I rode!
fwiw, clear sailing on the way back home!
"The thing about quotes on the Internet is you cannot confirm their validity" - Abraham Lincoln
"Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened." - Winston S. Churchill
Most motorcyclists live more in five minutes than other people do in their entire lives.
when you mix religion with politics you get politics
people say I'm condescending (that means I talk down to people)