Jeez, I’m WAY older than that guy and I can run faster than a riding lawnmower. Even holding a revolver, a handcuff key, and a meth pipe. (Maybe it was a treasure hunt gone wrong!)
(I’m guessing no one knows what a “treasure hunt” is these days, when it would be potential suicide to go to some random neighbor’s house and start asking him for things.)
Treasure hunts were fun.
Not a Ztrak...those are Zuper fast