I’ve never had the fries. Only look. I choose my artery cloggers carefully now.

Yea, we’ve had the fries. Talk about an artery clogger, but oh so tasty.

I’m not much of an outlaw. Get nervous breaching the exit-only stuff. There’s more of a Caspar Milquetoast than an outlaw. Manage to have some fun now and then though.

About 15 miles or so down the road from the Naked Egg. Pretty ride too. Lots of options.

I would hate for us to tarnish your reputation.

Paul is a font of information, technique and ingenuity. Sort of like MacGyver.

I report any unusual activity here. You can decide if you would want to tag along.

It’s an unassuming little place. Right next to the bar that sells platters of french fries…

You’ve been drinking the Riepe Kool-Aid again haven’t you?

I always get my water at diners in a dirty glass. Living on the edge and all.

It’s old age. Until now I was boring and predictable…

I’m not familiar with Steve Martin’s version. Only the one by Steppenwolf. I’ll have to run that down to see what sort of outlaw image we conjured for you.