About 6 months ago I went to a party in Viewbank, and there were heaps of people I didnt know. The only person I knew was an old mate who was getting stuck into the p*ss pretty hard. I met a few people, then realising I had to go home soon, I went to find my mate. Couldnt find him, so went out the front to get on my bike, and there he is sitting on it, beer in hand, chatting to a bunch of girls who had surrounded him on my bike. Aha ... not happy about this I walked up to him. Seeing me coming, an embarrased look came over his face and he slurred ... " ....well .... um I was just joking .... this is not my Harley .... um ... it belongs to my mate ....uh..." Needless to say he didnt get lucky that night.