I ran into this little guy last weekend in Memphis. He was out and about taking in the sites, listening to good Jazz music on Beale Street and stuffing his face with the local cuisine. He was entreating but I never gave him much more thought.
I arrived back in home in Indianapolis and discovered that the little bugger had stowed away. He read in the newspaper about the US Grand Prix this weekend and just had to go. I am sure after the race he will get bored and want to move along again.