{"id":4003,"date":"2009-10-25T18:03:38","date_gmt":"2009-10-25T17:03:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mitziszereto.com\/blog\/?p=4003"},"modified":"2010-08-24T11:22:45","modified_gmt":"2010-08-24T10:22:45","slug":"a-motorbike-ride-in-the-country-strange-encounters","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mitziszereto.com\/blog\/a-motorbike-ride-in-the-country-strange-encounters\/","title":{"rendered":"A Motorbike Ride in the Country: Strange Encounters"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"On<\/a>
Mitzi Szereto slums it on a BMW motorbike<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Okay, anyone who’s seen the latest Mitzi TV<\/a> video “Born To Be Wild<\/a>” can probably figure out that I’m a bit partial to motorbikes. In fact, some of the happiest times I’ve ever had were riding pillion when I lived in LA. Those were the days, flying along Pacific Coast Highway on the smog-tinged ocean breeze! (I’ll omit details of how I once drove into a wall in Beverly Hills while actually driving one of the things. Well, at least it wasn’t a wall in Compton<\/a>!)<\/p>\n

I guess it was inevitable that this subjugated desire of mine should once again rear its ugly head. Being the resourceful lass that I am, I put the word out that I wanted a ride.<\/p>\n

An invite was soon forthcoming.<\/p>\n

However, things never quite go according to plan – at least not where I’m concerned. What started off as an autumn Saturday afternoon motorcycle ride into the English countryside ended up landing me in the midst of what appeared to be a camp of survivalists in rural Essex<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\"Tank<\/a>
Mitzi Szereto as Tank Girl<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Now Essex is known for many things; survivalists aren’t usually the first thing that comes to mind. Chavs<\/a>, footballers, footballers’ wives, bleached blonde hair and fake orange tan (see footballers’ wives), Essex girls<\/a>, white stilettos (see Essex girls), West Ham<\/a> supporters, holidays in “Ibeefa<\/a>” (see Essex girls), the highest rate of marriages in the UK (and the highest rate of divorces), and a sledgehammer accent (innit?) that can strip the paint off metal – these are the things that have put Essex on the map!<\/p>\n

Oh, yeah, and Jamie Oliver<\/a>. Now he’s the kind of Essex boy you’d want to bring home to mama. In fact, he’s probably the only <\/em>Essex boy you’d want to bring home to mama, unless you fancy your mama being besieged by copious uses of the “C” word, which is bandied about by these finely reared Essex lads as often and easily as one might ask for a cup of tea.<\/p>\n

Anyway, I was dead excited about my scheduled ride into the country on the back of a BMW motorbike wiv my new m8 “Mister G” – gun runner, rapper, and drug cartel kingpin from the West Country. But as the day drew near, I began to suffer a twinge of anxiety. Bad enough I’d just read a news article about a motorcyclist in Scotland who ended up in hospital after colliding with a sheep. Apparently the guy sustained a lot of injuries, however, that didn’t stop him from being billed by the local council for damage when his motorbike caught fire and melted a portion of the road’s surface.<\/p>\n

The sheep died.<\/p>\n

Then I kept getting SPAM emails from some insurance company in the UK that specialises in road accident coverage. Was somebody trying to tell me something?<\/p>\n

We weren’t even ten minutes into our ride when we passed through a village with a preponderance of funeral directors, not to mention a cemetery located conveniently close by. Another sign? Was I teasing the Grim Reaper by daring to do something I might actually enjoy? I realised later that the village had a very large population of elderly folk. Hey, you’d think they’d figure out not to move there, what with the high mortality rate. Sort of like that TV show “Midsomer Murders<\/a>“. Why do people live there when the murder rate is something like 85%? I mean, how dumb can you get?<\/p>\n

I decided to get a photo of me slumming it on a BMW motorbike<\/a>, so we pulled off the road into an area that looked for all intents and purposes like a family campground. However, rather than pup tents and screaming tykes, it looked like we’d landed in the midst of a military coup. Tanks, weaponry, army boys with rifles – with the only tents in sight army-issue with camouflage netting. I kept expecting Charlton Heston<\/a> to appear holding up a rifle that could kill a charging buffalo as he muttered something about “from my cold dead hands”.<\/p>\n

Oh, yeah, he is<\/em> dead. Guess that gun thing didn’t work out too well for him after all.<\/p>\n

As for the survivalists, something wasn’t adding up. First of all, the men I saw didn’t look as though they were cast members from the film “Deliverance<\/a>“. Second, I didn’t hear any banjos. In fact, the one major thing that gave a hint that something wasn’t quite kosher was an old phonograph playing <\/a>The Andrew Sisters<\/a>. Turns out it was just a harmless gathering of retro-military aficionados camping out for the weekend.<\/p>\n

I’m now looking to recruit someone with a Harley<\/a> so I can have another pillion ride. Though after this visit to the Twilight Zone<\/a>, maybe it might be wiser to hit Kent<\/a>?<\/p>\n

On second thought, maybe not. It’s south of the river. And as any proper Londoner will tell you, you just don’t go south of the river!<\/p>\n

\"M.P.\"<\/a>
Mitzi Szereto recruited by NRA (From my cold dead hands...)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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