I will remind you of the time you brought your KTM to my house. Convinced me to ride it, than ran in the house and told my kids to hurry up and watch their dad crash and burn in the stubble field.
Wonder of wonders I didn't.
Might have been a little John Barleycorn involved.
That's because if you were gasping for your last breath I thought they might want to say good-bye.
Excuse me for being a friend.
