"Simon says"
Many years ago, I had a buddy called Simon.
One year, he was so lucky to purchase a 850 ccm two in row Ducati (IMHO it sounded like sh*t, like loose screws in the engine, but never mind) (I hope you take no offense, Hannibal).
Next year he made a successful "acquisition" of a very nice girl friend called Annette.
She was so happy riding with him that she stated : "I want my own bike !"
He bought her a four in row Honda CB 400.
The next year they went on summer holiday on each bike - he on his Ducati, she on her CB 400 - just south of Hamburg, approx. 300 km´s from here, she went on her a** with the bike on the German highway - fortunately she wasn't run down by cars from the rear - but the summer holiday on wheels was ditched - they had to go north - home.
- And she had to make stop at every picnic area going north (her bike wasn't damaged more than she could ride it) : "My arms hurt so much !" - Crying ..... And Simon said - most irritated (due to the failed summer holiday) : "Lets go on so we can get home ! ...":
- Next time she attended the club house with BOTH arms in cast (both arms were broken while riding approx. 300 km´s home again), one of my buddies asked her : "Did they shave You on the breast while they had "work in progress" ?"
- Chuck, was that lovely girl a pussy or a wimp ?