Yeah,
I particularly liked this bit
On the northern outskirts of Iceland, they use these scooters as fountain pens, but I don’t know why.
and this
Like all good two strokes, the motor had one final surge in it which propelled the trike forward with enough velocity to turn the pilot’s skin into asparagus, which often happens under heavy acceleration. When the trike finally stopped, there was a mushroom cloud of excitement released from all those present. The pilot regained consciousness and spent the next three days wondering why his wee smelt strange.
Regards,
Matt.