Ummm...yes.....but I'd hate myself in the morning.

Speakin' o' which, did I ever tell you guys about the time I woke up one mornin' with a '66 Honda "Dream" layin' across my left arm.

Now THERE was an UGLY BIKE!!!

Yep! They don't call me "Rightie Dwightie" for nothin', ya know!

Had to CHEW that sucker CLEAN OFF!!!

Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)