Real men would ride home with their bare hand covering the hole. 
Pffftt, what a poof, a really real man would shove a small animal in that hole and ride on home, stopping at every pub for a bucket of Aussie beer, and smoking two french cigarettes at a time! 
Old hat, man! I lit a pack of Camels from the Cooper's Stout caps I melted for a patch with my zippo and shoved several small animals in my oil tank. All while runnning a Motorhead 8-track 'cross my front teeth and steering with my feet. Poof, indeed!
What a gigantic girls blouse you must be sire, to even suggest that your pathetic antics are any less gay than those of a screaming shirt lifter!
For a start, really real men think Camel's are low tar pinko tree hugging diet smokes, and not worthy of men as tough as me, I no longer have feet as I've been using them for years to pull my bike up after my dual front calipers exploded trying to haul my 280 pounds from warp speed and have worn them down to the bloody stumps of my once proud ankles, Motorhead, when compared to AC/DC, (or even the US's own excellent AC/DC cover band, "Hayseed Dixie") are about as tough as Neil Sedaka in a hot pink sequined jump suit.
Furthermore, Zippo lighters are terminally gay (and useless for lighting Mil-Spec fuse, if you didn't already know) and Coopers Stout is only good for removing tar off my tail-light after a long ride down a hot Aussie road on the back wheel of my evil K1 Kruiser, or exporting to third world countries to keep the natives in a stupefied and agreeable state.
And finally, really real men can consume any quantity of schnitzengruben, as long as there's a half inch thick layer of Vegemite covering them. I rest my case.................
