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...

gulp indeed...

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