So the other night I took my mom to the bike shop to show her what I want to get in the near future. Now the last time I talked to her about my buying a motorcycle I was still interested in the Suzuki TU250x, which she was okay with. So we show up and as soon as we walk into the door, the top floor is all Ducati's. Her face was priceless. I said no no mom, not those, we need to go downstairs. So I start showing her the 250's and 300 and I can tell she isn't pleased.

So as I'm standing there trying to explain to her that in all actuality these bikes are going to be safer that the TU because I have a little more speed, and as long as it's used correctly, speed is your best friend on a motorcycle and can get you out of most tight spots.

Then the one guy that knows me from coming in all the time lusting over everything comes over and helps me out. He talks to her for about 20 minutes about how it's pretty much a tiny bike that got all dressed up to pretend that...