Someone needs to doxx Kay and rattle him. This obnoxious importing of exotica de obscure from America, then spinning yarns, tall tales of finding it down by the local wine bar. "Take this we hate it", states the piss covered cardboard attached to the neglected old gal - next to it an equally unloved signed Hinterseer CD. Though initially intending to leave the bike for the CD, Kay decided to take another peak at the mud covered decal. Toad, it lingered in his head. He had always hated French cuisine, but nothing ventured nothing gained.
Ban him.