When my father was shot down in 1942 on his way to Bremen, he parachuted into the little Dutch village of Stavoren, and was soon rounded up by the Germans (there being no resistance escape organization at the time).

When they asked my father to get in a motorcycle sidecar, the driver patted his motorcycle and said, " Goot bike. BSA. Dunkirk," BSA one of thousands of motor vehicles left during the evacuation from Dunkirk beaches
in 1940.

Apologies for being off thread again but I thought bike lovers may appreciate the story.