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The first part of the ride to Medellin was great – friendly locals at petrol and coffee stops, no rain, decent road. Then I was stopped at an army checkpoint.
A young soldier insisted he wanted to search the panniers. I couldn’t get off the bike where I was because of the adverse camber, so he smilingly gestured me backwards apparently to a place I could get the sidestand down. Still smiling, he waved me further until the back wheel disappeared into a ditch and the bike and I fell over.
I crawled out from under, went right up to him and said “You’re a complete shit. How dare you treat a grandmother like that.” Then I slapped his face, he dropped his gun, and all the onlookers applauded (including the other soldiers).
I went on my way rejoicing.
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