The truth, according to me anyway.
I was kicking Holeshot Buddy and Squirtmotos arse, they couldn't get near me. To save themselves the embarassment of being smacked by a younger, better looking chap from south of the border they organised a Kamikazee pilot to park his bike on the other side of Drunks Hill. The thought going through my mind was " If it was so important for you to win, just ask. I'm a gentleman so I'll let you past"