Go on, he insisted, have a bash. And so, getting down upon all fours, I licked his tires. Oh! I said, upon rising (because I was sure that he would want me to comment) not bad at all. In fact, and now that I stop to think about it; the taste reminded me a lot of South African, Zebra tail, and the flowing, blowing, colourful flags of the tundra, at sunset.