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Moby Orr: Or, The Whiskey
Call me yamafitter, he said as he handed me a snort of his current preferred (AKA: FREE!) booze, Forty Creek. You see, Sooze and I had just rolled into the parking lot for CFR 2013, and yamafitter was our esteemed whipping post .. er, glutton for punishment er, Rally Master, so what better way to start the rally!
Unknown to me, yamafitter was aware of an old Canadian legend of a Canuck-eating albino manatee by the name of Moby Orr. Being a product of public education in the States, I'm still not sure if I am actually Canadian, and not really sure of the capital of my home province. Manatee? Other than that grumpy weirdo in Florida, I got nothing.
Anyway.
Yamafitter's had some experience with this whiskey er, legendary Canuck-eating albino manatee, I mean, and was well aware of the dangers when facing that whiskey er, legendary Canuck-eating albino manatee, I mean.
So, Friday evening, after riding around something like 47 Canadian provinces (and being led by a truly authentic Canadian who never gets to go anywhere), the rest of us schmucks were hanging out at Rally Central, scarfing pizza down by the lake, ducking MEM's truly shitty frisbee throws, stealing each others beer, and shakn was telling lies. As usual.
Suddenly eyes turned. Eyes widened. At a speed that could only be described as the World's Fastest Shuffle-Walk-Hop-Limp, we witnessed our own yamafitter boldly batting away the black flies (or he was having a seizure I'm still not sure which) and dragging his feet through the seagull shit on the dock, executed an Olympic-worthy score of something like negative Pi as he launched himself off the end of the dock into the water. The gasps (or maybe Geezer farting) were breath-taking. Either way, my eyes watered.
Unknown to the rest of us schmucks, yamafitter was boldly putting his life on the line to save three children from the legendary Canuck-eating albino manatee, Moby Orr.
Everything faded into a blur for me after that. Although, I vaguely recall some odd shenanigans going on. F'n weirdos from Sudbury were there and all that...
The next morning, yamafitter and I took a couple of 2013 FJRs out for a test ride in the damn rain and we all noticed that yamafitter had a little hitch in his giddy-up, but didn't really think a whole lot aboot it since he took on the legendary Canuck-eating albino manatee, Moby Orr last night. Besides, he had his anti-theft (AKA: piece of shit) umbrella he's had since rain was invented.
Later that day, Sooze and I rolled into the parking lot and saw this yamafitter, walking boot thing of his right foot, crutches at his side.
Score? Yamafitter: 1 Achilles that suffered a partial lobotomy.
The legendary Canuck-eating albino manatee, Moby Orr: still hiding in that whiskey bottle.
THE END
In all seriousness, Bill suffered a pretty good tear to his Achilles on Friday night at CFR. What was he doing? Well, let's just say there were witnesses, the lake was involved, and some doofus that rides a Kawasaki repeated the act later.
Take care of the leg, Bill.
Call me yamafitter, he said as he handed me a snort of his current preferred (AKA: FREE!) booze, Forty Creek. You see, Sooze and I had just rolled into the parking lot for CFR 2013, and yamafitter was our esteemed whipping post .. er, glutton for punishment er, Rally Master, so what better way to start the rally!
Unknown to me, yamafitter was aware of an old Canadian legend of a Canuck-eating albino manatee by the name of Moby Orr. Being a product of public education in the States, I'm still not sure if I am actually Canadian, and not really sure of the capital of my home province. Manatee? Other than that grumpy weirdo in Florida, I got nothing.
Anyway.
Yamafitter's had some experience with this whiskey er, legendary Canuck-eating albino manatee, I mean, and was well aware of the dangers when facing that whiskey er, legendary Canuck-eating albino manatee, I mean.
So, Friday evening, after riding around something like 47 Canadian provinces (and being led by a truly authentic Canadian who never gets to go anywhere), the rest of us schmucks were hanging out at Rally Central, scarfing pizza down by the lake, ducking MEM's truly shitty frisbee throws, stealing each others beer, and shakn was telling lies. As usual.
Suddenly eyes turned. Eyes widened. At a speed that could only be described as the World's Fastest Shuffle-Walk-Hop-Limp, we witnessed our own yamafitter boldly batting away the black flies (or he was having a seizure I'm still not sure which) and dragging his feet through the seagull shit on the dock, executed an Olympic-worthy score of something like negative Pi as he launched himself off the end of the dock into the water. The gasps (or maybe Geezer farting) were breath-taking. Either way, my eyes watered.
Unknown to the rest of us schmucks, yamafitter was boldly putting his life on the line to save three children from the legendary Canuck-eating albino manatee, Moby Orr.
Everything faded into a blur for me after that. Although, I vaguely recall some odd shenanigans going on. F'n weirdos from Sudbury were there and all that...
The next morning, yamafitter and I took a couple of 2013 FJRs out for a test ride in the damn rain and we all noticed that yamafitter had a little hitch in his giddy-up, but didn't really think a whole lot aboot it since he took on the legendary Canuck-eating albino manatee, Moby Orr last night. Besides, he had his anti-theft (AKA: piece of shit) umbrella he's had since rain was invented.
Later that day, Sooze and I rolled into the parking lot and saw this yamafitter, walking boot thing of his right foot, crutches at his side.
Score? Yamafitter: 1 Achilles that suffered a partial lobotomy.
The legendary Canuck-eating albino manatee, Moby Orr: still hiding in that whiskey bottle.
THE END
In all seriousness, Bill suffered a pretty good tear to his Achilles on Friday night at CFR. What was he doing? Well, let's just say there were witnesses, the lake was involved, and some doofus that rides a Kawasaki repeated the act later.
Take care of the leg, Bill.