He makes his way home into his garage; he scurries inside his house and slams the door, locks and bolts it. He sits down, relieved at having reached a safe place.

Suddenly, the phone rings. He picks it up, hears an angry CAW! on the other end...

Somebody's gettin' a treat!

Birds hate lard ass bikers.

Why would you ever put a camera facing you instead of forward on a motorcycle?