You know people. People who always talk about what they’re going to do some day. How when the time is right, they’re going to light out and head for the woods and tear it up like an animal. They’re always talking. Luckily, you can’t hear him as you pull out of town with a Matrix in tow. But you can still see him in your side mirror. Poor guy. Maybe you can take him with you and your buddies one weekend. Of course, he’d never shut up about it.