  as i crossed over into canada for the first time ever i got a glimpse of what a border guard looks like with no personality. let's see what could i equate that to? maybe like eating brussel sprouts, cow tongue or liver & onions, all which leave a horrible tast in my mouth. guess we got picked on pretty good as the tour bus driver put it. they unloaded our whole bus and took each of us in & gave us a lecture that next time we could be denied access without a birth certificate. that was just the first time, least they picked on everyone. then when crossing back to the us i seemed to be the only one they picked on. maybe it was because i was the only "solo" person on the bus, or maybe it was my skin color or the hat, sportin a pretty tough biker look.
well i got questioned pretty thorough. in that brief minute (which felt like a life time as i started sweating on this chilly night) he asked me four times where i was born. that farmers tan i'm sportin' must be getting dark enough i don't look american anymore. also the interegation included what i was doing in canada....duh....i'm on a tour bus & what items i was bringing back with me. whew, made it out of there & back in the good ole usa. 
