The Big 'un!
Deciding that it's such a great idea to place cans of some kind of something you've never heard of, on the bike itself, you do so. You hop on the bike, but soon find that physics always beats stupidity. The cans fly off as soon as you move, oh the horror!
After several attempts at getting the cans on the bike, simultaneously riding it, you finally give up and hurl them several feet behind you, hitting a group of young teens.
They don't approve.
Soon enough you're on the gorund being beaten like a Pinata, their brand new sneakers being used against you in this great battle, of consciousness.
You listen to the engine as the quadbike is no longer in your possession, veering off into oblivion, you lie there clutching your bloody, but stable cartridge. The pain is unbearable, as you writhe around, trying to forget about the pain in your muscles and bones.
After several attempts at getting the cans on the bike, simultaneously riding it, you finally give up and hurl them several feet behind you, hitting a group of young teens.
They don't approve.
Soon enough you're on the gorund being beaten like a Pinata, their brand new sneakers being used against you in this great battle, of consciousness.
You listen to the engine as the quadbike is no longer in your possession, veering off into oblivion, you lie there clutching your bloody, but stable cartridge. The pain is unbearable, as you writhe around, trying to forget about the pain in your muscles and bones.