*Warning, no pics here*
So the whole purpose of this blog (other than delusional self-aggrandizement) is to document my move to France, disguised as a trip.
Leaving many great things in Montreal, but taking the bike with me to Toulouse first, then wherever I will find a job. In southern France. Fuck Paris.
What’s the thought process?
#1. Location. Toulouse and Carcassonne. Why? I have friends and family there. That simple. And if that isn’t enough, Andorra and the Pyrenees are an hour away, perhaps less. Barcelona? 2h away.
#2 Shipping myself. Easy. I racked up enough credit card points to cover the trip.
#3 Shipping the bike. Air France Cargo. Damn right, the bike is flying with me. Well, not with me, but in a plane, in the air and such. It’s more affordable than anticipated, takes a couple of days, it lands in Toulouse and I don’t have to crate the bike. This sounds almost too good to be true.
#4 Insuring the bike. Now that’s the tricky one. Grab a seat.
Called my Canadian insurer “we can’t insure out of our little Canada/US world, besides you can’t ship the bike, and even if you could just import it once in France”. Yikes. That’s more misinformation than infamous ex Iraqi Information Minister Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf could even handle.
Called a euro insurer … “but your canadian insurance covers you if you’re staying for less than 90 days, we can’t do anything unless your bike is plated in France”. I facepalmed.
Great. I’ll mention now that you must have an insurance green card (sticker proving you have minimum legal insurance coverage) when picking up your bike. You can’t really improvise.
Eventually went with Gail @ Motorcycle Express, as they offer comprehensive coverage. I really wanted theft … I don’t really trust the French or Italian with a red bike. It’s pricey @ 340$/month (for 2 months), but it’ll save me from the creeping panic of seeing my bike gone.
That’s where things are now. Everything is lined up, I just need to pick a date.