04-24-2017, 07:34 AM
The squid was in a bar sometime later saying to his mates, "I'm riding along today and there's this old bloke—jacket, boots, gloves, all the gear—riding one of those old in-line 4 Hondas. I'm going like the clappers, but I just can't get away from him. On the straights I'm away and I'm cornering like a dream but he just kept catching me. By the end of the curves he'd be stuck to me like sh*t to a blanket. I wonder who he was."

