Well, my most memorable ride on a foreign road ....was anything but a favorite memory.
*Some decades ago two teenagers
borrowed a giant old oily Peugeot motorbike from the Gare de Saint-Germain-en-Laye (train station) in the suburbs of Paris, France.....for a 2AM ride home after we'd missed the last bus.
Using google maps and consulting with my fellow felon who now lives....well, he wishes to remain 'lost'....and reconstructing the scene of the crime - we concluded that we piloted that Peugeot no more than a few hundred meters eastbound on Rue Jeanne d'Arc - before the Gendarmes circled us to a stop with their small fleet of navy blue Peugeot 404 estate wagons.
At that point the rightful unpleasantness began.....as did my embarrassment because though we'd managed to get the bike started - I could not figure out how to shut it off!
So, "My favorite foreign ride was a few hundred meters down old Joan Ark's street!" (I didn't fare a whole lot better than she did, after my father collected me from the Gendarmes)
Stig
PS:
*My dear 96 year old mother loves to share the details of my crime (s) every Xmas with my extended family.
PPS: 'How were we so quickly arrested?" you ask.
Much hated Charles Andre' Joseph Marie de Gaulle, after repeated assassination attempts, was scheduled to speak from a platform in front of the train station the next day. The Gendarmes were watching the scene from roof-tops to see how many bombs were placed there over night.
