The Fourth of November: Because Lorn Said So

Ah, a bright, sunny day. I shall wake up Fonto since no one likes to sleep in on their days off. I will call him and TELL him to ride with me.
(A bit later)
Ah, a bright, sunny day. I shall call Nonwheezer and ask him to go riding. Surely he will accept my offer since I ditched him the last three weeks. Doesn't matter if he was about to go to the store. He'll change his plans since he's a sucker.

(after a bit of scrambling and preparations, the riders meet.)


"So like, hey dude, are you ready to ride? WTF is with that camera? Like my plates? It says I go 550 KMH."

And then it begins...

"Oh no! It's peeling! I don't want to ride."



And thus begins the 6 hour scramble to try and remove Lorny's wheels. Of course the only correct tool we had all day was a 10mm socket. It was like the opening scene of 2001: A Space Odyssey. We were the apes throwing bones and stuff.

So after 6 hours, that's SIX hours, you know, three hundred sixty minutes, and a cancelled ride, we got served lunch.

Oh, the wheels came off in 5 minutes once we had the right tools.



The above is a bit of wishful thinking seeing as the reality is shown below.



I wanna see that evade high speed pursuit. tee hee!

The Pitbull Stands look awesome.

Now here are the heroes of this escapade. The two most understanding, kind, mofos you will ever meet in this lifetime and the next: Fonto and Nonwheezer!