We all joined in a conversation about what we'd done during the day and how we thought our second full day had gone. Sir Bob was pleased to point out that we'd had our breakfast in France, with our midday meal in Belgium and dinner in Germany; he thought that was really very cool. I agreed, but as four of us had done that before when we'd nade the trip in the van, I was getting used to doing things like that. So I said nothing. This was the first time Sir Bob has made a trip like this with any sort of transport, and by the time he'd finished the trip, crossing borders would be second nature.
Plus, I thought that the fact that Sir Bob was the oldest rider and riding the oldest bike with the smallest engine among us meant that, when the trip was finished, he would have the biggest bragging rights of all of us by a long, long way.
Bulgaria and Back Keith Handley pp46-7