You can tell he’s from Finland, because his skin is somewhere between translucent and transparent.
This fellow should really take up dynamite juggling or tarantula wrangling or alcoholism or some other more wholesome activity.
Of course, we’ll need massive gummint subsidies to put cutting-edge corrugated cardboard fairings within the reach of even the most lowly fair trade barista. But the concept is there, people. Wake up! Stand up to Big Scooter! You know, Big Scooter, a loose, shady cabal of scooter manufacturers that influences the government to disallow pulped paper fenders and firecrackers on powered bicycles. Fight the power, people! Buy a dishwasher, throw it away, keep the box, troll Craigslist on July 5th, and shed the shackles of ordinary scootering today!
Now we go to parking lots to see Red Bull pester, well, us.
Ah well, no one’s forcing you to drink that elixir they’ve got that tastes like a suck on Beelzebub’s couch cushions. You can just stand there and watch the monkeys on the unicycles juggling the guy on the motorcycle getting nowhere fast.
He’s got mad skillz, it’s true, but he’s still no match for a blue-hair in a Crown Vic who throws their door open too quickly after parallel parking.
Not since The Black Knight stood astride the bridge in The Holy Grail and intoned, “None shall pass,” has anyone… er, anything guarded his turf against all comers like our intrepid mouflon here in the video.
(thanks to the likewise intrepid Gerard at American Digest for sending that one along)