It fits me, in other words. I know when I see a Bondo-ed K-car covered in duelling scars and Grateful Dead stickers to give it a wide berth; I hope the same thinking applies to people who see my blue bug-eyed sprite approaching, and while I’ve never relied upon a loud pipe to save my life, I suppose it can’t hurt. Is the best defense in the 21st century to be more offensive? Once you reach a certain age, you’re allowed to say what you think. Or you just do it anyway because the world is full of limp twits and who cares what they think about you? My trusty old R1 has suffered a few hard knocks, and as a result of that, it thinks nothing about roaring up and grabbing traffic by the p***y, then roaring off again before anybody realizes… wait, I would never do that!