The col de la bonette is an over the top (in both senses) route between Italy and France and is hugely steep and twisty.
We met a Swedish biker at the top, and he said to us “just look at that other bike, more bloody Germans again” “perhaps they should change their saying Deutschland Uber Alles (Germany overall) to Deutsche Uberall (Germans everywhere)
A few hours later we were sat in a hotel bar supping beers when a pair of gendarmes came in accompanied by a very scared looking lorry driver. Apparently his brakes had failed on the way down the pass, but luckily he was going to be able to drive another day, but it was a close call. I bet he thought then it would have been better to have paid the tunnel charge. It was tough enough for us on the bikes going round the hairpins.
There was a TV on the wall showing an old black and white war film, in English with French subtitles, and everytime something happened to ze bosch there were cheers from the locals, and we felt obliged to join in.