A dude-up city biker walks into a seedy tavern in the outback of Western Australia.
He sits at the bar and notices a grizzled old biker with his arms folded, staring blankly at a full bowl of chilli.
After fifteen minutes of just sitting there staring at it, the newby rider bravely asks the old biker.
“If you ain’t gonna eat that, mind if I do?”
The old veteran of a thousand rides slowly turns his head toward the young pup and says.
“Nah, you go ahead.”
Eagerly, the guy wearing the shiny new leather fashions reaches over and slides the bowl into his place and starts spooning it in with delight.
He gets nearly down to the bottom of the bowl and notices a dead mouse in the chilli.
The sight was very shocking and he immediately barfed up the chilli back into the bowl.
The old biker quietly says.
“Yep, that’s as far as I got, too.”
