*screeching cycle to a halt*
Carp, looks like we're going on a safari, dm.
dm?
*looking at empty sidecar*
DM?
*hopping off bike to go pull dm out of billboard*
Sorry about that. Huh?
*pounding on dm's back to extract pea shooter*
Okay, you're all better now. Hop in, see if you can find my 30.06 and get it loaded...
*envisioning inevitable catastrophe to bike*
Uh, scratch that! Make some more spitwads.