Not quite crossing America on two wheels but...
Aged approx. 20, approx 20 years ago
Still living at home in N. Ireland – land of beautiful scenery and lots of soldiers and terrorists.
Me: “Mum I’m going off camping on the motorbike”
Mum: “Where are you going?”
Me: “Don’t know.”
Mum: “When will you be back?”
Me: “Don’t know.”
Two days later, near the border with Eire…
Soldier: “Please take your helmet and balaclava off.”
Soldier: “Where are you going?”
Me: “Don’t know.”
Soldier: “Where have you come from?”
Me: “Not sure, somewhere down there.” (Points over shoulder)
Must do it again sometime, this time without the incessant rain.
