No Ticket to Ride
On reading the news about Arnold Schwarzenegger’s recent RTA on his Harley whilst out riding with his son I couldn’t help but picture a scene of Arnie emerging from his overturned motorbike to face the idiot driver who had reversed into him as he suddenly realizes that he has just reversed into The Terminator [ cue thumping music score from the terminator movie ] - well it is California after all. I was justly disappointed to read further that Arnie doesn’t actually have a license to even ride a motorcycle in the first place and has pulled the “I didn’t get a-round-tu-it” defence. I mean this guy is one of the most powerful images of biking next to Fonda and Hopper and he didn’t even take the test - shameful.
Some years ago trekking in the Himalayas … One morning I woke up after a night at a small Tibetan settlement, weeks away from any civilization. Desperate for a pee I marched over to the loo which is a small wooden cubicle suspended on beams over the edge of a nearby cliff, as is common in those parts. I swing open the door and in the morning light I am confronted by Arnold Schwarzenegger in T2 movie poster (see above). Now that’s what I call fame. Now get a license.
