Motorcycle Explorer December 2014 Issue 3 | Page 43

What happens when two lads explore France
We catch up with
Kevin Turner the
hapless biker and
author of Bon Jour is
this Italy and From
Crystal Palace to Red
Square. “Holy Jesus, there’s a fucking dinosaur in my sleeping bag! Help
me…help me!”
Here his trip down
France on a
Kawasaki Ninja and
his mate Bob on a
Suzuki Marauder My companion’s response, a muffled list of expletives followed by
a loud shriek and the sound of tearing, convinced me all would be
fine in the morning, so I pulled my jacket over my head and tried as
best I could to ignore his agitated cries.
I looked at my watch, 2.30am – I’d been asleep for maybe 20
minutes.
“What are you yellin’ about” I shouted back through the thin
canvas of my tent, one of only two in a lonely site somewhere near
the foothills of the Pyrenees.
When I woke the next day I was alone in the campsite. There was
no sign of Bob, nor the dinosaur, which we later identified as a
Pyrenean rock lizard (a timid little creature, about the size of a
mouse).