Frankfurt to Passau This is were our trip starts to get interesting. At the Frankfurt downtown train station, the train switches direction. The train conductor is now driving the train from the bike train car. As he got into the car, I noticed that he took a look at our bikes. As he pulled the train out of the station, he had a quick conversation with the ticket collector. She comes into the car were we are sitting and starts talking loudly in German so everyone can hear her. I don't speak a word of German but I know what she is saying ... she wants to know "who the hell owns those bikes that are not in the bike racks". I quickly jump up and show her my bike tickets ... she looks at them ... and tells me in broken English that we must also have bike reservations ... because we don't have reservations the conductor says we must get off the train at the next station. I tried to plead our case ... putting on my dumb Canadian tourist act ... but it did not work.