I had been ti Helsinki on a supply run, and my Boss and hi wife had flown up to pick up their new Volvo Estate, right hand drive for him to export back to the UK when he had finished his Tour of Duty, we were scheduled to drive it back th the British embassy, taking it in turn to drive, as it was a 24 hour journey.
Anyway we cross the Russian/Finnish border, obeying all the Russian traffic laws, or so we thought, I wasn't driving, and we get pulled over by the Russian Police, matey comes over to the left hand side, and is ever so slightly taken aback at the lack of a steering wheel on that side of the car.
He eventually regains control of his senses and comes around to the drivers side, by this time Matey had been on the radio and called his mates.
Because I was the first person he had noticed, and I didn't have a diplomatic Passport, I was ever so firmly whipped off tho the local lock up accused of speeding, I couldn't speak the lingo and Matey couldn't speak English, confusion reigned, until we managed to find an interpreter by phoning the Russian Tourist Board.
Many minutes of explaining that I wasn't driving I was handed the phone, and asked what the outcome of this funny experience was, I was told that the Officer would let me go, under the caveat that I should drive more carefully in future, you couldn't make it up if you tried, I had visions of being whisked off to the Gulags for a few years, it was in the mid 1980s.
Anyway we cross the Russian/Finnish border, obeying all the Russian traffic laws, or so we thought, I wasn't driving, and we get pulled over by the Russian Police, matey comes over to the left hand side, and is ever so slightly taken aback at the lack of a steering wheel on that side of the car.
He eventually regains control of his senses and comes around to the drivers side, by this time Matey had been on the radio and called his mates.
Because I was the first person he had noticed, and I didn't have a diplomatic Passport, I was ever so firmly whipped off tho the local lock up accused of speeding, I couldn't speak the lingo and Matey couldn't speak English, confusion reigned, until we managed to find an interpreter by phoning the Russian Tourist Board.
Many minutes of explaining that I wasn't driving I was handed the phone, and asked what the outcome of this funny experience was, I was told that the Officer would let me go, under the caveat that I should drive more carefully in future, you couldn't make it up if you tried, I had visions of being whisked off to the Gulags for a few years, it was in the mid 1980s.