So this weekend at Mother G we're haulin' on a dune ride with Flashpoint and Fasterdaddy. I just go from 3rd gear to 4th in a big bowl, hard on the gas probably around 75mph, when QG yells out at me, "Look, it's Mr. Red!" She's pointing to the sky above us. I give a quick glance up, yell "Hey Mr. Red!" and point my eyes back to the business at hand... the fast approaching sand.

Sorry Mr. Red Tail, on some dunes rides we just can't stop to visit. But I'm glad you were watching over us.

Ain't that a fact. You know, Slap will bet he's above us more often than we know, we just have to look up a little more often...But Slap understands that at 75 KG, it's not a good idea to look up for too long. With his sensitive hearing, Slap knows he heard ya, that's all he wants.