PORTAL TO THE PORT

There's nothing better than the smell of fresh lube on a sunny winter's day... except maybe the smell of burning accelerrants mixed with stale beer and the age old remarks "how do you get on/off that thing?" "you should put one of them little motors on that" "where did you buy that?" "look - you can see how he's welded two frames together" "look - this one's taller than I am (spoken with no front teeth)"