whilst gathering a bit of well deserved rest [note FTJ looking longingly into the water for fish and a 4 piece flyfish rod] after doing many a lap around the Isle of MEGAhh, FTJ and I hear faintly in the distant, another scoot making haste on pace...turns out to be none other than Jim.B who has been chasing ghosts of our sounds all over the 2000 acre ranch...

upon hearing another scoot, we decided to wait it out, and are rewarded with at speed Jim.B (in green helmet off of FTJ's right side), who gives us a good talking to for making wheel spun exhaust notes in one locale, then disappearing like the rabbit upon Alice In Wonderland...

of course being the gentlemanly type, had we any idea that we were being chased, we would have certainly tried harder to stay away...

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