Mac is the reason I now carry a spatula in my tool bag, getting someone’s nuts unstuck off the gas tank of a dirt bike after hitting a Witch’s Eye is a formidable project using a coat hanger, Vice grip and a spare Gadget Groove.
I remember that clearly. Summer night ride 2010 when I broke my wrist. I just got there and you said let's go ride. It wasn't a witch's eye so much as a sharp G-out. I remember once I could breath again...I told you...I broke my wrist. You offered to take me to Brawley but I said Naw...I'll go Monday (this was on Thursday). I rode the rest of the weekend, icing my wrist between rides. Why...CUZ I AIN'T NO LITTLE BITCH!
The wrist was bad but the true damage down below would’ve made a medic in Bosnia heave. The meat butterfly that was formally your sack made a weird sound the rest of the trip anytime you got above 40mph, sounded like a strong wind through an open window through aluminum blinds.
