“that store exists for the sole purpose of screwing you. Place the helmet back on the shelf, walk out and order it online.”

Can I show up with unshowered with year-old bugs on my leathers and garage pants?

Oh super. I’ll be sending you all sorts of unsolicited stories about causing, then sometimes fixing problems as they relate to unwise UJM projects and journeys. If you have a Swedish translator, that would be helpful. I tend to switch languages when I drink heavily and write.

Truly, an exercise in motorcycle art. And by that I mean a giant paperweight. A motorcycle not ridden is like a plastic testicle.