The Great Donut Race of 1996

It was Fuel Injector's last day as production manager and he was planning on celebrating his last day in style. He put the Sex Pistols album on the shop stereo and off we went.

here were a few organized events but it didn't take long for things to devolve into racing around the shop with whatever bike you could find, skidding around corners and crashing into the machines. We would constantly bump into each other, put furniture polish on the floor and throw boxes at each other as we raced by. I would become completely our of breath, take as short as a break as I could, then ride back into the fray. It lasted a couple of hours. Amazingly no one was injured more seriously than a few scrapes and bruises.

The next morning Skunk woke up feeling like he had fallen down a long set of stairs, asking himself "what the heck did I do to myself?", and then a moment later he remembered the night before and smiled a huge smile: "Oh, yeah!"

The donut race changed him. He wanted that kind of excitement in my life, but it wasn't feasible to crash into things regularly, and it certainly wasn't cool to do it at work. He needed another outlet.

A couple of days later he said to the crew at Merlin "I think I want to start a bicycle chopper gang".