The other day after returning to town I decided to get a bite to eat at local cafe. Upon leaving, there was a nice looking couple seated at a sidewalk table about 10' directly behind the bike. My attempt was to quietly exit, so as not to reinforce the idiot biker stereotype. Soon as I touched the start button, it backfired with a noticeable explosion. I could picture carbon flecks all over their half-melted $5 ice cream cones.
