Mike, (extreme powersports), I think I'm finally starting to understand why you ride a highly modified Hayabusa. Let me guess, it all started say... junior year of highschool (I would have said college, but clearly someone of your intelligence level would have gotten rejected from even columbus state... which admits kids that can't spell the word mcdonald's correctly). You were surprisingly asked to prom by that girl in your history class who was decently attractive... except for that off-color snaggletooth (teeth, maybe?). The dinner was pretty good (Max & Ermas, of course... nothing but the best for your slack-jawed sweetheart) and the dance was, in your opinion, spectacular (never mind that the band refused to play any longer unless the two of you stopped playing Tonsil Scavenger hunt directly in front of the stage). Afterwards, you took her out to your favorite spot in the woods in your 1978 Dodge spirit, and things began to heat up. What followed was horrible... Her cackling, waving her pinkie, and calling you "needle-dick", you sobbing uncontrollably as you tried in vain to start your broken chariot of love. It's ok, Mike, not all of us can be endowed well enough to please a woman. I know that it's painful, Mike, to remember these horrific incidents, but it's ok... You have a 300hp, two wheeled monster in between your legs to make up for the fact that your dick just won't cut it, you'll just have to turn a deaf ear to the phrase that seems to be a recurring theme in your life: "Are you in yet?"