Did you know you could use your gasser to get your turkey? A couple weekends ago, deep in the mountains, I *almost* ran over a pheasant with my gasgas. It ran in front of me, disappeared under my front fender, and flew out the other side. Too bad. THAT would have tasted good. Now if I could just find a herd of turkeys. Flock. Gaggle. Gang.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my GasGas comrades!!!