I have to make a confession here and I hang my head in shame.
I had a blue and salmon Basso in Portland, Oregon that I managed to smash up after week three.
It's been sitting in the shed for the last 17 years and mocking me every time I pass.
After suffering from chronic Luncheon Voucher Belly since then, I need to get back on the road.
Basso Loto floats my boat, so here's hoping.
Soooooo sorry