It's called moto-surfing. You know, surfing on the top of a moving vehicle. I'm obviously not on a moving vehicle in the picture cuz the driver had to get out and take the picture. How could he do that without parking the van first? He can't; that's how. Like a penguin that grew the first opposable thumb, I was tickled a whole different color white to moto-surf for the first time. To bring the analogy closer to home, it's like finding your keys after loosing them down their dogs throat, waiting for them to come out, and then realizing those weren't your keys but your balding brother's wig. Make sense?
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