Stupid Fred! Stupid, stupid, stupid Fred!
Next time your friends recommend you go quad-biking on a weekend, tell them to go jump off a bridge!
Early Sunday morning, Fred calls me…
Fred: Hey Jack, I know we’re supposed to go to the MTB track today, but my friend Hannes has invited us to ride a couple of quad bikes with him. Come, let’s go!
Me: I don’t know, Fred. I’m not really good at riding those things…
Fred: No man, it’ll be fun. What could possibly go wrong?
Two hours and fifty four minutes later, Jack is on the floor with a broken shoulder and a bike with a seized engine. Apparently, some quads aren’t that great when it comes to ditches! What the hell are they for then? Huh?
A visit to the emergency room followed, and that was about as pleasant as doughnuts covered in fish paste. Hospital staff are such miserable sods on the weekend – you ask them a question and they just ignore you!
Will I ever go quad-biking again if my shoulder ever cures? No thank you, I still prefer my all natural two-wheeled speciality! Bless the soul of the creator of Myprodol!