The ice cream trucks in WI could stand to learn a thing or two from the ice cream trucks in Brooklyn. These things are like mobile DQ's minus the ability to drive in and get a Coke.
Anyways, this was just a split second decision to go from stoically enjoying the first cone of the season to screaming at the top of his lungs and bolting for the house. He did this shit right in front of the biker garage. Right in front of a bunch of hard asses.