That Guy......
You know, the one who provides the entertainement in the pits. He's the one who unloads his bike and throws it on the stand, then goes up the front of the truck to get his gear out while his bike flops off the stand breaking the clutch lever. Then he gets all self concious because everyone just saw him drop his bike and forgets to turn the gas on. He fires up the ol' 2 smoker and those leaky crank seals fog out the pits and he almost makes it to the trailhead before it dies. So he turns on the gas and gets her goin again and he's off. Then you hit the trail, only to find him a half mile down the trail changing out that plug he fouled from those leaky crank seals. A ways down the trail you and your buddies stop for a little break. There he goes, blasting down the trail all Uncle Buck style. You mount up and head off. The trail heads down into a muddy ravine and there he is, up the side panels in a quad mud hole. "Hey, can you guys help me out?" he says, "I thought I could make it, har har har". So you get him goin. He takes right off and you get goin again, only to get stuck riding down wind of that oil burner runnin' on Pennzoil premix and 83 octane. A few miles down the trail he turns off of the trail you're riding, finally. You almost get back to the truck and your chain snaps. As you're pushing your bike back to the truck he flys by, arm out waving at you. Thanks buddy. You make it back to the truck, load up and head for home. 10 miles down the road there's a truck steaming on the side of the road, you recognize a familiar looking bike in the bed. You honk the horn and wave as you cruize by.