Just let the little lady see how you float down Hwy. 60 in Georgia and she will want you to go into racing brother. Don't touch that package. H-e-double-toothpicks, I'll hit the big V just for the privilege to try to keep up with ya'.
Let me just make sure i got this right though: you had to make love to your wife with the bonus of procreation to get a motorcycle. Oh, you poooooorrrrrr ******. Of course i just had to check my bank account, figure out i was poor and buy one anyways. But ohhhhh you pooooorrrrrr ******. Heck, have two more and maybe you can convince her that you now deserve another bike.
Don't worry about global climate change, overpopulation or any of that. Just get your self another bike and perhaps another bikini strapped top and all will be good.
Who loves ya' baby?!
