Our cajoling managed to get him down the coastal road for the first ten kilometers of our trip - but when the small country lane we were riding on ended and it became apparent that we'd have to ride on the big, four-lane highway for the remainder of our trip, he was decidedly unhappy. We gave him another pep talk ("You're on a SCOOTER, remember? Scooter! Not moped!") and hit the big, bad highway.
Grant had already gone to bed, so we decided to bumrush his room (he was staying in my roommates room) and wake him up by screaming and throwing the severed mouse head in bed with him. Here he is caught by the flash mid-scream...
