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cars gotta get married to a motorcycle, have a couple of kids, and start going to church. it can screw around with other cars when it goes out of town on business, but that's it. no matter how sexy the truck across the street is, you can't give in. just think of what the scandal would do to your family. so what if the truck sits in the driveway with its hood up all day? there's nothing wrong with appreciating a good engine. every car does that. oh my, is that a V6? no.. it's a V8. praise god. you've had an inline-4 before, and that was fun. can you even imagine being with a V8? could you even handle one? oooh, what are you doing? why'd you have to stray from 2-strokes? ever since that time in San Francisco, you've been obsessed with 4-strokes. more and more, you're driving is erratic. at this rate, an accident is a guarantee, if you don't straighten your life out. but... 32 valves, 8 cylinders, 5 liters, and two 4" exhausts. are you so weak? what about your motorcycle, your kids? oh, sure, the kids are almost out of high school, and once they're off to college... well, you've done your duty to them, right? and what then? can you really be expected to spend the rest of your days with the motorcycle? no. no way. and, anyway, they'll probably understand. maybe you two can even be friends. after all, you are friends... right? after all these years, you are at least that... so, it's settled. two more years. the trikes will both be off, and you'll be hopping on 8 cylinders of pure american muscle. oh, the waiting is torture! but, nothing can be done but wait. now, shape up, snap out of it, and be careful, or you may never drive straight again!