ON THE ROAD

EVEN THOUGH PAUL said it’d be better if the suspension was tuned to suit my weight, it didn’t seem to matter. It was just magic. And that was just the first blat up the street outside the Salt factory.

Now you don’t let a bearded yobbo loose on nearly $40k worth of totally unique motorsickle without an escort, and there was no way I was going to outrun the Angry Ant. Apart