radio intercom. Bettie and I can speak and hear each other up to a
mile apart. But technology always has side effects. Stopped at a
Border Patrol check point, we were each interrogated by an officer.
But all of Bettie's replies were loud in my ear and all of mine in
hers so that neither of us could intelligibly respond to the officers.
(We didn't think to turn off the units.) I began to have images of
sniffer dogs and SWAT teams surrounding us when Bettie said in my ear
"stop talking and let me speak.". I of course complied as I have
always found it prudent to so yield in the past. She then quickly
established our bona fides and we were allowed to proceed.
I suppose we were in little real jeopardy, as BMW motorcycles are not
popular with illegal immigrants.
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