Whenever whatever it is takes me out, my box-o-ashes is to be strapped to the back of a bike and the lid taken off and driven over 421 till the box is empty. So, when you hear stories of the ghost biker of 421, you'll know who it is! I still haven't decided if I'll dedicate my afterlife to protecting the riders of 421 or being the demon they can't catch that puts them in the ditch. Probably depends on if they're hot or not!
