Wimp!

I'll have you know, one day many years ago, I was ridin' down the road on my trusty old Henderson, when a Greyhound bus ran a stopsign and T-boned me REAL good! I just picked myself up, dusted myself off and walked over to where the twenty-some pieces of my bike ended up.

LUCKILY, I had my trusty ol' crescent wrench in my back pocket, and in LESS than an hour that puppy and I was back on the road!

HHRUMPH....Kids TODAY!!!


Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)