Justin, buddy old pal.
Brian just bought a quad. Chad just bought a quad. And you have a dirt bike … and never ride the damn thing!
What I said before was true. I already have my entourage. On a nice, warm spring or summer weekend morning, you’ll be sound asleep in your bed with a great big smile on your face … your comfy bed, no work. Being able to sleep in as … long … as … you … want…
And then there I be.
My A-team of 4 special task force members (headed up by Doan of course) will be standing at your bedside. We’ll give you one free warning to get up and go riding. If you decide to roll back over, that’s when Mr. Klier is going to have to get out his portable air horn. And I’m not afraid to use it.
I also expect to fully have your Dad’s support in doing this, because after all, it would just be goddamn funny, and I’d think he’d be all for anything that will put a damper on your 16 hours of daily sleep.
Consider this a fair warning, my dear friend Justin. There is no place you will be able to hide. The whole city is scoped out. You will not be sleeping in on a prime riding day.
And besides, what other EMT are we going to have available to set broken bones?