Elvis on the Move - Motorcycle Adventure Travel

August 18, 2009 Evening It's the strangest thing about Europe. Everytime you get to a new country you don't go through one border crossing, you go through two. They always make you leave the country you're in first and then enter the country you're going to second. I'm going to say this one time so that there is no confusion. “European bureaucrats are stupid.” I mean, let's face it. Who cares if you leave the country? Good riddance I say. What is the purpose of checking out? It's not a hotel. I didn't drink the mini bar clean and I'm trying to get away without paying. Like “fuck-off” you uniformed bureaucrat with a meaningless job. Go do something useful like filling the potholes with your useless corpse. Sorry. I shouldn't talk this way but it's just so damn wasteful. You're paying these useless pricks anyways make them do something useful. At least make them sweat. So I breeze through the Romanian exit border and I arrive at the Moldova...

After my Evil Kneival stunt I cruised into Galati. The last town before he Moldovan border. I was lost immediately. I didn't want to screw around so I stopped for gas and asked for directions. The two young men decided to draw me a map. I seemed to get it until a young woman walked up and asked if I speak English to which I joyfully replied, “Yes!”. She explained the route different. As a matter of fact the route the guys drew made sense to me. Her map was confusing. Plus, the first right the guys drew she made a left. Very different maps indeed. I will need to make a decision. I'm going with the guys. As I leave I see the girl in front of me roll her window down and motion me to it. “It's better you follow me!” (insert Romanian accent) “OK!”, this is good news indeed. We get out into traffic and make our way slowly down the main thoroughfare. The we take that first left. SSSCCCCCRRREEEEEECCH!! She's off like a bandit. Follow me? She said follow me? She meant chase me....

The day started out, let me rephrase that, the day didn't start. I got on my bike, put it in neutral, pushed the start button, and... nothing. Shit! I would say 'shoot' but this is the Internet. I need to get a reaction and express myself accurately. OK. Flick the key back and forth and toggle the stop-run-stop switch. Try again... “wrrrr....wrrrr...wrrrr...wrrrr....wrrrr”, no chitti chitti bang bang. Frick! (Editors Note: Trust me on the fact that Elvis didn't say 'Frick') It wouldn't be such a big deal but my bike always draws a crowd, which seems to be dissipating now. Time to push start. I've done this before and I have to say it never took me as long to get my motorcycle to start as it did today. Probably the new exhaust. Speaking of which I'm exhausted. It took my over half and hour of pushing to get it going. I was starting to worry, but when do I stop worrying? I bid farewell to the Romanian town of Constanta and I got on my way. The route wa...