Ya bastard!!! Just made me spit good grog all over the key board. In a galaxy far, far away, many, many years ago I had an XT 350 with a mate on the back, back to back, he was holding a crate of Newcastle Brown Ale on the back rack at 2am bathed in the eerie red glow of me tail light, in the snow. Riding through woods, over cobbles & trails. Full tit.
Poor bugger was trying to stay on the bike & keep the beer in the crate over the bumps. Lost a few.... My drunken, yooful behavior still crops up after an ale or two. He managed to stay on during a minging wheelie, too, but seems to have forgotten.
Epic memories!
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