Box is still sitting unopened in the shop.
Didn’t really have time to think about it today anyway.
Customs called first thing this morning.
11F finally made it stateside.
Problem is apparently somebody decided the paperwork wasn’t complete.
Or wasn’t stamped correctly.
Or wasn’t entered correctly.
Honestly, I don’t think they even knew what they needed.
Just a bunch of buffoons shuffling paperwork around acting confused because a hundred-year-old motorcycle showed up in front of them.
Spent hours arguing with people before finally calling Germany.
Dealership got involved after that.
Somewhere along the line they contacted ZM.
Apparently that was a mistake for everybody involved.
Next thing I know I’m watching a customs supervisor getting absolutely dismantled over speakerphone by a woman on another continent.
Didn’t catch all of it.
Something about provenance law. Historical classification. Import documentation.
Whole room got real quiet though.
Couple hours later I got a text from her.
“Pick me up at the airport tomorrow morning.”
That was the entire message.
I answered:
“Yes Ma’am.”
Few seconds later:
“NOT CUTE.”