Queensry(umlaut)che (who?) is coming to town on Saturday and they’re going to be riding Buells (ahem, HARLEY-DAVIDSONS). I agreed to join him. (Here comes that feeling.) I’ll be riding about 4 hours behind them. First, because I don’t want to be a part of this and second, because I’ll catch up with them in about 8 seconds.
Please G-d, don’t let me die on this ride and if I do, cover for me and say I was somewhere else.