I was on top of Mt Cenis in the late 70s winding up the brakes on my trailer for the downward bends to Susa when a very old Akki stopped behind me, the only reason I remember is because he had either a false leg or foot, memory fades with the years, he had an Alison automatic gearbox from a bus, his bed was a few bulk packs of loo rolls, After a brew off we went, being the gentalman I am, I let him go first ( something to do with him not bothering to tighten his brakes on his trailer if I recall ) Now if you have not seen brake shoes burn you will not belive how much comes out, I stopped half way down to let it clear before I went around the hairpins, He was off to Saudi or somewhere like that.
We stopped at Susa did the paperwork and away he went into the sunset, sorry cannot recall his name, but did see him again sometime later in Basle so he made it to S.A. Ackkies could not have been that bad.