I was crossing the Canadian border and the border guard asked me if I had any firearms. I said, what do you need?
Now that's funny! However those guards don't have any sense of humor and if you crack this joke you'll be spread-eagled on the pavement! I really wanted to use my warped humor but I had been cautioned not to. This dude on our Canada ride, talking with this hippie in the van down by the river, was wearing biker leathers with his vest covered with Americana biker patches, right in front of me at the border and he got SERIOUSLY grilled and almost patted down. The guard said, "if I search you and all your stuff and I find a gun, you'll get to wear my nice shiny bracelets and get free room and board!" Which then continued with gun & alcohol questions to me. I had checked my carry at a local pawn shop to be picked up on my return. And was (wisely I might add) wearing a synthetic armored jacket with no patches, riding a Gold Wing.
