When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favourite head up against the bar-room wall and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and just remember what old Cave man says at a time like that "Have ya paid your dues, man?" "Yes sir, the check is in the mail.".
Like I told my last wife, I says, "Honey, I never ride faster than I can see. Besides that, it's all in the reflexes."
always remember the dude abides.