Basically Altie drinks his own piss and catches his food with snares he fashioned himself. Then he hasn’t even gotten on the bike yet... Imagine...
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Altie and myself ride 701's.
When we do trips, small animals come up and offer themselves as food.
Squirrels bring us beer that they steal at the local pub.
We have to stealth camp to avoid the gridlock of women following us.
Not only are we bikers, we are so at a next level.
