Today, I was in the presence of greatness.
I wasn’t even half as excited as some of the people gathered to see him, but I hold this guy in sky-high regard all the same. He is, after all, one of the greatest motorcyle racers of all time. And he seemed pretty obliging about signing just about anything too, shirt-clad man boobs included. The poor guy.
To find out more about him, try Googling. After all, that’s what Wikipedia is for.
