Probably my first actual "ride" on any bike. Rode north. Hit the border. Got interrogated by an armed French guard for 15m. Was allowed in. Rode for a couple hours. Got lost. No map. No tools. No cell phone. No one knew where I was. Ended up on a mountain chatting with some Hawaiians on top of a mountain that were eating mangos and smoking weed. Putt around for a bit. Was waved on through back to the US.