As you stand on the windy shores of Tenerife, you catch a glint in your eye in the west. Your eyes dart up to the treacherous turns of the narrow mountain passes where the orange-red glow of the sunset reflects off the motorcycle helmet of a rugged daredevil speedily hugging the curves. You watch, hypnotized, as the graceful rider slowly grows in your field of vision. He alights beside you, kisses you on the cheek, pours you a glass of red wine, takes the frisbee from your clammy, nervous hands and throws it upwind into the mouth of the volcano. You've just had the exquisite pleasure of meeting Patrão.