You’re cool, you’re suave, you’re James Bond . . . you’re whipping down Malibu’s Pacific Coast Highway on your cool racing bike, buff in cool shorts and helmet . . . then . . . “YE-e-e-OW!” . . . Your cool bike skids on an un-cool pebble! . . . You’re ass-over-teakettle, old boy! . . . CRASH!! . . . And suddenly, you’re just a guy on your butt, nursing scratches and bruises, going, “Ow, Oh, DAMMMIT!” . . . And people are driving by saying . . . “Isn’t that Pierce Brosnan?”
007 SAYS O-O-OUCH!
