'Fuck me, can you see that shit!' one of us said and the other replied, 'Shut up, will you' because he was nice and cozy with his kevlar motorcycle shirt – on his head.
One year three of us had been driving for for two days with only short stopovers. We wanted to get to Wheels and Waves Festival in Biarritz, France, the fastest we could. We had two custom motorcycles in the back, Red Hot Chilli Custom's work, one of them a lovely Yamaha scrambler, and plenty of Crave for Ride motorcycle shirts and motorcycle jackets, T-shirts, tool rolls, stuff.
We were kind of in a hurry.
However, Red's beloved vehicle, an old VW van could have been riding German roads well before we had been born and was not particularly speedy. Bumpy, yes, uncomfortable, too, hurting your back like hell, true, just not especially swift. We were easily taken over by 18-wheelers.
A nap needed
So we were done. None of us could keep his eyes open wide enough to see the road ahead. Pissed and all ready to pick a fight after long elbow-to elbow co-existence, we decided to pull over.
The pale gray light of dawn was already crawling to kill the night but that was OK. We needed a couple of hours nap.
I'm not sure how long did we sleep.
When we woke up, we saw this:
The first thing one of us said was, 'Fuck me, zebras! Can you see that shit?!'
'WTF?' the other one added. 'Camels? Maaan!'
'These are dromedaries, you moron!'
'How many humps can you see this one has?!'
'Shut the fuck up, will you?' the third one obviously did not appreciate taking his motorcycle shirt off his head. Like he didn't realize we ended up in Africa with Noah's Arc being dispersed all over the place.
'Man, you really have to see this!'
So he did.
Wheels and Waves 2015
Apparently, a circus had a stopover somewhere near Bordeaux. We joined the animals with some baguettes bought at a nearby Intermarché, said au revoir, and in three hours made it to Biarritz...
at Wheels & Waves Festival.