Here is an extract from the "History of
the IMTC since 1932"
and illustrates the 'The Magazine' chapter.
MIGHT IS RIGHT
I was walking in the French Alps when a commercial traveler in a
little
Renault offered me a lift. On those narrow winding roads two
ordinary sized
cars can barely pass each other: and when the huge Alpine buses come
roaring
along, all cars pull to a stop at the side of the road. I asked
whether his
baby car was ever forced off the road. "Don't worry," he
said. Just then we
approached a sharp bend. My host pressed his horn button, and such a
bellow
burst from under the hood that it seemed to shatter the little car,
and
echoed all round the mountains. When we rounded the bend a Mercedes,
a
timber lorry and a Citroen were huddled against the rocks like
frightened
beetles. "Bonjour, mes amis," my host shouted cheerfully.
Turning to me he
said, "No trouble at all since I bought one of those horns they
use on the
twenty ton buses."
THE HILL
One of the northerners tells about the time when they were
descending a
steep, winding hill near Egton in Yorkshire. Treading harder on the
already
overworked brakes, they stopped to ask an old woman at her gate if
the hill
really was dangerous. "Not here it isn't," she told them,
"it's down at
bottom where they all kills their selves."
ACCENTS
A foreign motorcyclist touring Great Britain pulled up at
a roadside cafe
near London and ordered a ham sandwich. He was somewhat at a loss
how to
reply when the girl behind the counter demanded, "Fick or fin,
wiv or
wivaht?"
DOGS
"You've got to do something," said the owner of a
Great Dane to the vet.
"My dog does nothing but chase motorcycles."
"Well, that's only ,natural. Lots of dogs chase
motorcycles."
"Yes," the man agreed, "but mine catches them and
buries them in the back garden."
You can find many more interesting accounts from fellow members over
the
last seventy years of the IMTC's history.
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