BANG!
"In other news tonight, American border security shot and killed a large but witty polar bear attempting to enter the country."
The following is 100% true.
In '03 i had an opportunity to execute on a lifelong dream ... and I took it. I went coast-to-coast on a Harley. I saw fit to loop around the north shore of Lake Superior, so had to cross the border NE of Duluth. I was the only motorcyclist for minutes and miles, and I looked about eight days' ripe, mostly because I was.
The border guy asked me if I was riding alone.
Still processing 250 miles, I quipped "Just me an' the voices."
For about five seconds there, I could see him thinking about it, while I kept the scream of "oh shit!" of ten billion suddenly-
very-attentive neurons from leaking past the *special* liner of my helmet.
Then three cars (one with a trailer) crested the rise behind me, and he rolled his eyes and snarled "welcome to Canada." We silently thanked him and tiptoed off as quietly as a loaded bagger sporting a Thunderheader could manage. cn