Forget about the boring safety helmets that they urge you to wear, because apparently they're not compulsory. And then head out of town to a place called Brassknocker Hill, which has a one in seven gradient with stacked hairpins all the way down. And fling your mighty steed into the first corner at significantly more than the 12.5 mph that it's supposed to do on the flat. And don't let anybody tell you that you need to brake, because you probably don't know where the brakes are anyway. (It's a rented machine, right?) Hell, you have a pair of five inch wheels borrowed from a baby buggy, and a big fat one inch tyre. Take that, Easy Rider.
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Then discover that some of these bends have a reverse camber, and that you are going to die if you don't reinvent the gyroscope principle pretty damn sharpish, because that centrifugal stuff doesn't always do what they taught you in school. And then open your eyes wide and scream as Bungee comes up the hill toward you in second gear, not expecting to find you halfway across his side of the road and wishing that you'd written your will before you embarked on this exciting adventure.
I missed him somehow. FFS, there's no cure for stupidity. Thank god for my dashcam. It might have come in handy.
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BJ