That's right G'Ary! 4 wheel skid across Majura Ave. You can imagine my surprise and elation catching it out of the corner of my eye. I whipped the subie across two lanes and up the driveway. Got out of the car. Danced around in circles like a madman until the dude who's driveway I was in came out and asked what was going on, not with words, but with a dumbfounded look upon his face.
"Did you see who left this bike here?" I asked.
"Uurrgh.. no" was the reply.
I recounted the tale in broken English/insanity-speak as I stuffed Zed in the back of the car (which, for your future reference does not go neatly in the back of a Subie).
I drove to Limp's with the rear door fully up. A bunch of punk-@rse kids looked at me as I turned onto Phillip Ave with the tail up, going "wot's this idiot doing... does he know his boot's open?"
"Yes that's right kiddies" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I passed them and they looked in the back...
"ZED'S BACK!!!!!"
... to the lametards who thought it was a good idea to jump a rat... you're off the hook... this time!