I'm going to be taking it really slow. My wife has told me straight out that if I kill myself she will dig me up and beat me to death all over again with my board. Learn to stop before I learn to go fast (I know, technically you don't have to "learn" to go fast
). There's enough of a slope in my neighborhood for casual riding around, plus Jurgen told me about a few relatively mellow places I can practice.
Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead,
the rest bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm
a private eye.