In my rear view mirror I could see the mattress dissapear over the hill, a quick u-turn and the the hunt was on. Pulse quickens, the full predator spiritual erection afforded by the hunt is there and the gonzo octane racefuel is coursing through my veins. Finger on the trigger as she comes into range and 'click', I have it. Pulse and road speed slow considerably and its off to share my trophy with the rest of you perverted sorry lot.