hen you’ve done a few rides with a bloke, you’d think you’ve got them sussed. Me and the Darcinator, we’ve done more than a few Tours of Duty together, but with every trip, stuff still pops up out of left field that makes me think, ‘Well, I never knew that about ol’ Darcy.’ Like he has to have scrambled eggs on toast for breakfast. Has to. If I dare to suggest a fast Maccas brekky stop, the look of scorn he fires back cuts right through
