right then, hows that line go that your mum said about
picking up strangers...?...
FTJ, with his helmet in view, having picked up what
looks to be a spyder the size of Tejas, waits patiently
for me to shoot the pics...best part is I took an
exxxxxxxtra loooooooooooooong time to sloooooooooooooooooowly
get that pic juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust right as
my motorskills were sssssslowing to help me process
a mud bath to come...dear lad had no idea the size
of the beast gulping on pieces of his helmet
otherwise he would have suredly made a new path down
mud bog road like a scalded ape...
to navigate this sequence click on the thumbnails
below going from left to right, row by row, to spyball
the verbiage and accompanying pics...