Clubs I belong to:
I'd never belong to a club that would have me as a member.
Where I ride:
Over to Mick's house mainly.
My dream bike:
Hollow ones, so I can I hide my stash easier.
Other stuff about me:
I learned how to puke properly. First, find a receptacle if you can — that's rule number one. You eject it in a stream — a Technicolor yawn, parking a tiger. At the same time, you're taking a crap. Which is kind of difficult to do. If you can do that, I'll put you in Cirque du Soleil