This was the first book by BB written in the late 780’s as he rode around the country and the world writing for various motorcycle magazines. These are all true stories. If you are offended by se, drugs or rock & roll, you may want to pass on this one! LOL!!
Excerpt from Biker
That evening I started looking for a hotel early, not wanting to be left out in the weather. After I tried three of them I gave up, and settled for a campground in Monte Carlo.
The folks who ran the campground were the epitome of the word assholes. They were ripping off folks left and right for 37 francs a night to camp motorcycles and only 20 for cars. Even so, there was no other place in Monte Carlo a biker could stay, so the campground was where I ended up.
That night I decided that Europe didn’t really have much that I didn’t have back in the good old US of A, and I made a mental note to start heading back to Frankfort for a plane ride home.
Once the Bitchin boogie fever hits me slow travel is all over. I aimed the bike out the gate of the campground at 6:30 in the morning, and by 11 AM I had crossed into Italy, ignoring the odd looks by the Gestapo at the border, headed north, away from the Mediterranean and up into the Italian Alps. I zig-zaged across the French border three or four times, and soon was crossing through the St Bernard Pass and into Switzerland.
When you cross into Switzerland there is a tunnel that was almost two kilometers long, and I really got a kick out of it, nut when I went over St Bernard Pass I found that there was a tunnel five kilometers long, and inside the temperature was a constant 30 degrees.
Since it was in the 80’s outside I was riding in just my T-Shirt, and when I hit the tunnel I nearly froze my butt off.
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