If you recall, I called out Decepticon Captain Dave B. about not having a running moped. The stakes were a 6 pack of frosty beverages of the winner’s choice. Thanks to an imminent, 2,000 mile motorcycle trip and all the preparations that went into it, I was not able to finish my Moby, Le Squeaux McBanana, (“Squeaky” for short) in time to lord it all over Dave’s dumb face. Ever the gracious winner, Dave has offered to share his malty winnings with me. Ever the sore loser, I’ll pour his out and piss in the empty bottle.