Dude cornered Nathan and started telling some story about a trooper out of control and his hyabusa and had a whole lot of minutia to include in the tale.
The girls tried to get me to go and rescue him, but I said, "Ain't no way. Y'all go pose so I can get a picture of it." They turned on a dime from feeling sorry for him to participating in his misery. Chicks. Gotta love 'em.
UPDATE: Turns out the old boy wasn't bullshittin'.