A) Don't be so damn hard on yourself. You're raising kids for f**k's sake!

B) I have made the same observation about those poseurs. In Chicago there is a place called The Twisted Spoke, which attracts the urban counter parts of your Texas locals. I love seeing a kid drive up on an old Vespa. I think to myself: Now, who's the bigger man here? Then I think to myself: The guy on the Vespa. Afterall, he's got to have bigger balls to pull up on his little putter right next to the cheeseballs with lots of money [er, something else] to prove. Then I think to myself: Who f***king cares! F**ck them all! and let myself off the hook. But yes, I do think of them and more than I care to.

C) I think your ride is pretty cool and honest and pure (if that is what we really need to be. But do we really need to be more pure, here in Puritanca, the land of the (somewhat) free?)