...see Mick. He was with us in the surprisingly beautiful Albion Hills, where the rain not only materialized, it threatened to drown our 60 mountain bike racers! But it was all good.
I'd like to meet my doppelganger. It's interesting to hear he also hangs out at the beach. It'll probably go down like Superman III when Clark Kent strangles drunk Superman.
So different when you add a comma and a space...
Clark Kent strangles drunk Super, man.
I wasn't drunk. I was Hammered.