Spoke with the rider of
on Tuesday in Forrestfield, or thereabouts, as he was refueling his wife's? bike.
Just had time to hand him a card and show him the shirt before her tank overflowed and she yelled something at him. I said, "Sorry, my fault." and got out of there quick-smart.
He waved,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,She didn't.
We'll see what happens.
Dave R