"Dr. Clovis en route on my Harley-Davidson Electra Glide, a beauty I call Dixie. Pulled into a gas station and got approached by a follower asking for help recovering a stolen bong. Naturally, I put my counter-terrorism skills to work, intercepted the bong bandit, and gave him a proper fancy nigga attitude adjustment. After that little detour, I hit the highway headed toward the Mexican border. Somewhere along the ride, still astride my bike, I savored a fine frozen hamburger dunked straight into a cup of root beer, a true delicacy, at least in the wild frontier logic of the open road. Dr. Clóv"
