"Oh, beasty, beasty, beasty, beastyyyyyyyyyyyy!"
You see, I already know that to die would be an awfully big adventure and at the hands of the Goffster, it'd likely blow yer mind!!!!
Don't worry - It passes.... usually once you've discovered the downside to leathers being worn all weekend at a long, hot, sweaty Summer bike rally!!!
What, like this chap?
What's your daughter called, again?
No, no, no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Have none of you erstwhile horny-chaps ever ridden Pillion before?
YOU go on the back of HER bike.
That way you can legitimately cop a feel.
Hell's bells, simpletons.... must I think of EVERYTHING????!!!!