When I was a kid living in a very small mountain town in the '70s, my friend and I would ride Honda 50s everyday after school on his grandfather's farm. We would routinely roost and kick cow pies at each other.Day before yesterday I soiled brand new grip tape with confirmed fresh bovine manure. Shit was on my clothes, my arm, my bike, my glasses, it was great. It is all worked into the tape and will be a reminder of what happens on the other side of the fence.