[Dottore]

So we're sitting outside at a bar in deepest & darkest France last night when 6 very serious Harley guys pull into the parking lot. Heavily customized Road Kings, Chaps and leathers with the full Harley regalia, dog dish helmets, goatees and Oakleys—the full Monty in other words.

Then these guys sat down next to us and turned out to be stockbrokers from....wait for it...Moscow—on a road trip to Madrid.

Stockbrokers from friggin Moscow! Even had little red white and blue Russian flags flying on the back.

Great guys. Got pissed as newts very quickly and ended up taking rooms upstairs.

Lenin's turning in his grave.