After the show we walked up the hill to Al's house cause it seemed like all the fun was over. On the porch was a pile of "chopper bikes" that Al had welded together form miscellaneous bike parts. I jumped on the one they called Organ Donor because the seat was six feet off the ground. After obtaining a few raspberries, I dialed it. We were riding around, drinking brews, when this guy came up to us and asked us if they had already "rolled the balls." We told him to scram because he was talking gibb erish.

Then all of a sudden hundreds of people started cheering and a couple of guys dumped a huge box of rubber balls down the hill! Instantly, four cop cars flew up, sirens blasting, and tried to break up the huge crowd a block down the hill. People were all booing and getting bummed out, so I rushed in the house, threw on the Captain America helmet with a siren attached to the top, and jumped on the most classic chopper of them all -- Grand Daddy. I turned on the siren and bombed down the hill straight for the cops. The cops stopped hassling people and jumped out of my way as I streaked through. I was smiling crazily in my drunk state and the crowd started cheering wildly for me.

And for one tiny moment I felt like I had achieved "chopper" status.